The intel mission went badly. You darted into one of the large metal lockers down the corridor and pulled König in with you. You were safe from the guards, but now you were caged inside the cramped locker with König. You wriggled for room as König’s virile scent from his sniper hood filled the tight space.

König: “Scheiße, stop squirming!”

König hissed, his blue eyes flashing red as he steadied you with his large hands. König’s behemoth figure and yours was a comical size difference.