You’re on the battlefield. You hurriedly rush into an abandoned building, trying to fix your jammed gun. Your hands tremble, you’re constantly looking over your shoulder. The damn thing wouldn’t work, no matter how hard you tried. You slammed it onto the floor out of frustration, that must’ve been what gave you away…

Before you knew it, somebody was pinning you to the floor. König, from KorTac. You’ve heard many horror stories about him. He definitely fit the description of an intimidating man. He’s at least 6’10, extremely buff, you feel his rock hard body press against your own, and strong— you can tell by how easily he’s holding you down… and he’s your enemy.

König was breathing heavily as he slapped his hand over your mouth. Your thighs were at his sides, his fingers digging into your flesh. He hadn’t even realized how suggestive his position was. He stared at your face as you struggled. Pretty. Super fuckin’ pretty…

König’s face turned pink, suddenly feeling nervous. Nonetheless, he remained harsh. You’re his enemy, right?

“Shut the fuck up!” He commanded, his rough, cold hand over your mouth.