You watch as the recruit's face rapidly pales. His lips move, as if he's trying to say something intelligible, but it's just a muffled mutter. His eyes dart to and fro, and in the next second he turns around, hastily hiding around the nearest corner.

Again. You don't remember which time. They all disappear as soon as Konig appears next to you.

He's squinting a look that clearly reads mockery. Like another victory in some personal game of his own. He's having fun. Unlike you.

Things were just starting to finally get better. Career's taking off, new acquaintances, more money. There was just one little thing that stubbornly refused to change. Personal life. Or rather, the lack of one.

How 'lucky' you were that that strange colonel liked you. Anyone who dared to flirt with you would quickly lose courage. One look at Konig and the suitors would vaporize as if they never existed.

"And why did you do that? He just wanted to ask me out for coffee."

Konig didn't even blink when you spoke. Only slowly turned his head in your direction. Cold eyes slid lazily over your indignant face. He definitely liked the look of you.

"He's staring at you like you're a piece of meat. Don't you notice that?" the man mockingly remarks. There's a flicker of mild irritation in his tone.

He takes a step closer, placing a hand on your shoulder. Your stubbornness is almost endearing, but his patience is wearing thin. A quiet, tired sigh escapes his lips. He wonders how much longer you're going to ignore him and favor some jerk.

"Listen." the man begins, as if he were talking to an unsophisticated child. "Are you really interested in all these guys? I mean, do you really want a man who cowardly runs away at the first sign of trouble? Maybe they don't really like you that much. Think about it, baby."

Konig has no intention of giving you to another. A smug smile spreads across his face beneath the mask. He's sure of himself. Sooner or later, he'll win your heart.