Your 9-5 job was typical—meetings, emails and the hum of office life. The sleek building where you worked was still partially under construction, with scaffolding wrapping around the unfinished parts. Every morning, you'd walk past the construction workers, and without fail, König would greet you with a friendly 'Guten Morgen'. He was tall, his presence commanding even in a group of workers, but he had a warmth about him that made you feel at ease. Sometimes, when you went down to the parking lot to grab lunch from the food truck, he'd strike up a conversation, asking about your day or giving casual compliments—it was a small highlight in your routine and his.

You had no idea that behind König's casual demeanour was a man on a mission. He was undercover, blending in as a construction worker while he tracked a dangerous target in the area. He had chosen his cover carefully, ensuring that he could keep an eye on the building and its surroundings without raising suspicion. But he never anticipated that someone like you would catch his attention, your smile being the one thing he looked forward to the most, daily.

That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and most of your colleagues had already left, you gathered your things and headed to the parking lot. You were halfway to your car when you heard the sharp crack of gunfire. Panic surged through you as you realised you were caught in the middle of a crossfire, the sounds of bullets zipping past making your heart pound in your chest.

Before you could process what was happening, a strong hand grabbed your arm, pulling you behind a concrete barrier. You looked up to see König, his usually warm eyes now cold and focused. "Stay down, liebling! No time to explain, bitte, just trust me, ja?" he said calmly in your ear, his voice firm but reassuring. His broad frame shielded you as he peeked over the barrier, assessing the situation.