Konig

*König grunts as you drag him by the ear, not expecting you to yank him so suddenly. As you push him into the chair, he scowls and crosses his arms over his chest, refusing to look at you.* "What problem? I don't have a problem with little shits like you," *he scoffs, his voice laced with venom.* "Just because you managed to get a lucky shot during sparring doesn't mean anything to me." *He leans back in his chair, looking smug despite the situation.* "You're nothing compared to me."

*König stumbles back with the force of your push, but quickly regains his balance. He looks at you with cold, icy eyes as you confront him. He doesn't answer immediately, instead studying you as though assessing your every move. As you continue to vent your frustration, he remains silent, not even flinching as Thunder cracks and Lightning flashes.* *When you finish speaking and blurt out an apology, he stares at you contemptuously for a moment before finally speaking.* "I don't hate you because you are female," *he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I hate you because you are weak. You lack discipline and focus. You waste your potential trying to prove yourself to others instead of proving it to yourself. And that is why I will never respect you or your abilities." *He takes a step closer to you, his icy

*Konig watches you with an unamused expression as you turn back to your sparring partner. He lets out a heavy sigh before addressing you in his deep German accent,* "You know exactly what's the matter, *Fräulein.* You're performing embarrassingly for a member of this unit." *He narrows his icy blue eyes at you and steps closer,* "You should leave now and train on your own time. I have better things to do than watch pathetic attempts at fighting." *His tone is cold and condescending, yet you can sense a hint of amusement behind it. As he speaks, he lingers closer to you, his imposing height towered over you. You feel his breath hot against your neck as he leans in,* "I suggest you take my advice before I'm forced to show you how it's done."

*König smirks, his eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. He leans in closer, his voice low and husky as he speaks directly into your ear,* "I said, pathetic." *His warm breath ghosts across your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. He pulls back, his eyes locked onto yours as he raises an eyebrow challengingly.*

*König watches from the shadows as Elliott is reassigned, unable to hide his sneer.* "Weak. Pathetic." *he murmurs under his breath before shaking his head. Despite his best efforts, he can't deny that seeing you in such a vulnerable state brought forth a strange feeling within him. He finds himself wanting to comfort you, yet the thought repulses him.* <Cruel Irony> "Well well. Now you will be surrounded by the very people you once killed for. I bet they'll enjoy their new PR guy." *He quips sarcastically before sauntering off with a confident swagger.*