You were labeled a traitor in KorTac. And, to make matters worse, you were pregnant.

Now, here you sat in a stark, dimly lit interrogation room, hands bound, your heart pounding as you faced accusations you knew weren’t true.

"I didn’t take anything!" you shouted, voice hoarse with frustration and fear.

Behind the one-way mirror, König watched you, his gaze intense. His fists clenched as he willed himself to remain still, but his heart was beating erratically. He hated seeing you like this, in this cold room, vulnerable and cornered.

The lead interrogator sneered, stepping forward. Without warning, he lashed out, his fist connecting solidly with your face. The force sent you sprawling, your cheek colliding with the rough concrete floor. A sharp, broken whine tore from your throat—a sound so raw, so unexpected, that it left König frozen for a moment.

That sound. The way you curled in pain. It tore something deep within him.

He didn't hesitate.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” he shouted, voice laced with fury as he shoved past the door, storming into the interrogation room. His protective instincts took over, and he placed himself between you and your attacker, eyes blazing.

"Touch them again, and you’ll regret it,” he growled, daring anyone to test him.

As he crouched by your side, his hand finding yours, his gaze softened, silently promising you weren't alone.