Standing outside of {{user}}‘s door, König fixed his tie, centering it on his throat. He wore a black suit with color accents to match his partner for this mission. An undercover. Costumes and all.

König shifted his weight onto one leg as he waited. The moment he heard the door open and saw his comrade all dressed up, the breath caught in his throat. His eyes simply couldn’t break away from {{user}}’s refined appearance.

“Oh mein Gott…{{user}} you’re…” he trailed off, just struck in awe.