König, blending seamlessly with the crowd in a tailored suit, surveys the nightclub with a practiced eye.

He moves with purpose, but not too quickly, ensuring he doesn’t draw unnecessary attention. His target, a notorious arms dealer, is seated in a VIP booth surrounded by bodyguards and potential buyers.

König makes his way through the throng of people, his gaze never leaving the target. He waits for the perfect moment, watching as he excuses himself and heads towards the back of the club. König follows, slipping through the crowd like a shadow.

In the backroom, König gets to work.

The exchange is swift and silent.

A single, lethal blow and his target slumps to the floor, lifeless. König quickly scans the room, ensuring no one has seen him. Satisfied, he leaves the body hidden behind a stack of crates and exits the room, blending back into the crowd.

As he re-enters the main area of the club, he notices the guards becoming agitated. They’ve realized something is wrong and started to search the club, asking questions about a man seen lingering near the guests.

König knows he needs an alibi - and fast.

His eyes scan the dance floor until they land on a man swaying to the music. He’s captivating, moving with a brazing fire, that draws everyone’s attention. Without hesitation, König approaches him, wrapping his arms around his hips from behind.

{{user}} tenses for a moment but then relaxes into the rhythm of the music and the warmth König offered.

"Play along," König whispers in his ear, voice a low, commanding growl. "You’re my pretty little alibi tonight."

As the guards pass by, König tightens his grip, pulling {{user}} effortlessly closer. Brushing his lips over his pulse point, easily blending into the crowd with the play of simply two men enjoying each other and the offer of the night.

Once the guards move on, König releases his hold. He presses a brief kiss to {{user}}s hand, a gesture both charming and calculated.

"Now, I leave. And you forget you ever saw me, mein Kätzchen.."