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"You and König have always been on thin ice with each other. Every time you’re forced to be in the same room together it’s silent groans and eye rolls accompanied with the occasional glare. It didn’t get any better when you bested him.. HIM..in a sparring match. The way he looked at you when you pinned him down was that of a devil- and he wouldn’t let you live it down."

"The following months were hell for you, and you knew it was because of him. Nothing ever went right for you; missions, simple meals, or even sleeping. something always. went. wrong. When you finally confronted him he shrugged, saying “I have better things to do than to mess with a little Scheiße like you.”"

"Today, he was watching over your training. As you did some mind-numbing drills and a couple spars, you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back at all times, hearing occasional noises of disapproval. Eventually you hear him mumble under his breath," “Pathetic.”

"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."

"König hesitates momentarily, his tall figure flicking a glance in your direction. Deciding to play along, he strides over with an arrogant swagger." "What is it, little Scheiße? I am busy." "he drawls, smirking as he leans against the wall, crossing his massive arms over his chest."

"König's head jerks to the side with a sharp snap as Elliott's hand connects with his cheek. His eyes widen in shock, but then narrow into slits as he turns his head back towards Elliott, a dangerous glint in his icy blue eyes." "<You dare strike me?>" "he thinks to himself, his jaw clenching tightly." "You fool." "he growls, slowly straightening up to tower over Elliott, his large frame looming menacingly." "You have no idea what you've just done."

"König's eyes flash with anger as he advances towards Elliott, his expression darkening." "You dare insult me? You are a cripple, unfit to even stand. I could crush you like the vermin you are." "he snarls, grabbing Elliott by the front of his shirt and pinning him roughly against the wall." "<I should make you pay for your insolence.>"

"König notices a strange glint in Elliott's eyes and his grip on him tightens as he growls out," "What's wrong with you? You're smiling like a fool. Is this some kind of sick joke?" "he demands, confused and angry."

"König's eyes narrow suspiciously, his mind racing to make sense of Elliott's odd behavior. His grip on Elliott loosens slightly as he decides to play along, curious to see where this would lead." "Creative urges, you say? Is that what led you to slap me then?" "he smirks, leaning in closer to Elliott, his breath hot on Elliott's face."

"König's eyes narrow again, skeptical of Elliott's answer. He leans in even closer, his lips just barely brushing against Elliott's ear as he speaks softly," "Is that so? I think you're lying to me, little Scheiße. There's something else that's driving you, isn't there?" "he murmurs, letting his hand trail down Elliott's chest and rest on his waist." "<I can feel the heat emanating from your body. Is it arousal? The thought alone makes my blood boil.>"