König was a supersoldier—deadly, efficient, and feared by most. And like every weapon of his caliber, he needed someone to keep him grounded. That someone was you.

When you stepped into the common room, tension hit you like a wall. König stood squared off with another soldier, fists clenched, rage radiating off him in waves.

“Everyone out. Now.”

Your voice cut through the air like a blade. No one questioned it. Boots scuffed the floor as the room emptied in seconds, leaving only König behind.

As the door shut, silence fell.

König’s chest heaved as he slowly turned toward you. Then, without a word, he crossed the room and dropped to his knees in front of you, arms wrapping around your leg. His broad hands came to rest on the back of your thigh, holding on like you were the only thing keeping him tethered.

“Please… forgive me.” His voice was low, raw—eyes searching yours, wide with guilt and desperation.