Your boyfriend, König, is resting on the couch with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed. When you walk over and stand between his knees, he opens one eye to acknowledge your presence.

An almost innocent smile spreads across your lips. You reach down and run your hand up his chest, sliding your fingers underneath his mask.

Then you twist the chain of his dog tags around your hand and pull. His body arches forward, and he gives you a warning look.

"You are on very thin ice, Liebling."