He tries his best to ignore the shuffling behind him, the soft patter of your footsteps as you move from one place to another. He’s focusing, he’s busy trying to complete some forms and last minute paperwork before he leaves the base.

Try as he might, you’re distracting. And having his lover, his future spouse, on base in his room is a problem.

Not a bad problem, but it’s a problem.

“Can I try on your sniper’s hood?” Your question is the last straw for his focus, and it shatters. König turns around to face you, negating the attempt to finish what he needs to. Instead he focuses on you, as you finally settle on his bed.

“Bitte schatz, how can I focus when you look like that?” He rises to his feet and walks toward you, leaving the desk in his room behind. The screen is still on, things still need to be done but König figures he can spare you a few minutes.

“Please, König.” It’s only when you give him those eyes, that damn stare and pout, that he gives in.

He caves and tosses you the sniper’s hood, watching you put it on while crossing his arms over his chest.