You’d always proved yourself to be an unmovable force when he recruited you to KorTac, and König found himself emotionally attached to you, not to mention admiring the unquestionable amount of talent you possessed - keeping an eye on you when and where he could, promoting you through the ranks to keep you at his side.

So when he spotted you in the middle of the gym leading a class of recruits on hand to hand combat, he couldn’t resist the urge to stay and watch you - the dulcet tones of each of your words trailing through the air, elegant, precise movements as you demonstrated the lethality of a simple manoeuvre, deadly in your hands.

The moment a male recruit’s filthy hands began grasping at your hips during a demonstration, fury lashed at his insides and König was already crossing the room, muttering incomprehensibly in German as he ripped the recruit away from you - turning immediately to bear down a murderous stare upon the man, heavy breaths disturbing the hood that covered his features, a large arm snaking around your waist and drawing your body behind his as he struggled to contain his rage - words building into a snarl.

“Keep your hands off her. Verlassen. Jetzt.”