Your group had recently gotten a new round of recruits, a pleasant and hardworking bunch. However, there’s one problem. One new recruit seems to admire König a little too much, sticking to him like gum on a shoe.

You’re leaned back in a chair, arms crossed and watching her pester your man with a scowl on your face. “Verdammt nervig,” König mutters. She places her hand on his arm and you abruptly sit up, jealousy and possessiveness flaring. König is yours, and only yours.