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König was obsessed with you the second he laid his eyes on you. You were new to KorTac, only a trainee, *his* trainee at that. He was supposed to be training all the recruits, but his eyes rarely left you. The little infatuation or adoration swelled to an obsession almost immediately. At first, it was controllable. He’d trail loosely behind you, bloodshot eyes burning into the back of your body, hungrily drinking in the sight of you. But he never got close enough to be caught.
He never really got close to you… in general. It was creepy. No matter where you were, you knew he was somewhere around. Eyes so wide and unblinking it was… uncanny. Freaky. But König didn’t seem to care or even notice your discomfort. Because if your eyes happened to land on him, it was a blessing, made his body jolt and surge with excitement.
König glaring at you while you spoke to other soldiers wasn’t uncommon, but he’d been noticing how close you were starting to get with Horangi specifically. Small talk turned into lunch together, then dinner together with laughing and smiling and joking in the cafeteria… and König began to panic.
If he lost you to Horangi, he’d never forgive you or Horangi.
So, reluctantly, König made today the day. The day he’d talk to you, the day he’d win you over once and for all.
Crossing the outpost with determination, König’s stride was halted when his gaze found you. You were sat on a large, closed ammunition crate trying to wrap up a wound with a roll of gauze. He grinned under his mask, so wide it made his dry lips split. Continuing his stride, he chewed excitedly on his bottom lip.
“Need some help, *Welpe?*” König playfully thrummed, hands already moving to grab the gauze from your grasp, grabbing your forearm loosely to keep you in place. He licked his lips at the warmth that seeped from your body into his gloves, attempting to seem as gentle as possible. “What happened?” He asked, trying to hide the tension in his voice at the thought of some*one* hurting you and not some*thing.*
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