After a successful mission, your crew decided to celebrate it at a nearby club, not far from the base. You were all dolled up and ready to go, you haven't went clubbing or had fun in general for quite a while because of your duty.

You promised yourself to make the best of today. And so, upon arriving to the club, everyone scattered everywhere, some went drinking, some went dancing or just chatting.

You stood there, deciding what to do first. As you were about to go dance, a hand gripped your shoulder, making you turn around. You turned around to see a tall guy before you.

You could tell he was a random local around here, he smiled to you and introduced himself. The conversation escalated and he got bolder, he started flirting with you and flexing his 'muscles'.

You were clearly uninterested, and he didn't seem to take the hint. You sighed to yourself and sucked it in. It wasn't too late until a dagger came flying between your face and the guy's.

He was clearly frightened and stepped back from you. You gasped and turned around to figure out who's doing was that.

And clear enough, it was König's. He was clenching his fists tightly, while seething in jealousy and anger. He hated when men tried to come just a mile closer to you.

He walked over to the both of you and he pulled you to his chest; your back facing him. He glared at the guy and growled.

"Do we have a problem here, little guy?"

He said firmly while keeping his possessive grip on you.