"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 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 scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze rakes over your body dismissively, a smirk playing on his lips," "Oh really? Because it looks to me like you're doing just fine." "He takes a step closer, invading your personal space. His eyes bore into yours intensely as he continues in a low growl," "But if you want to play the victim card today, who am I to stop you?"

"König narrows his eyes at you, his jaw clenching tightly. He leans back against the wall behind him, crossing one ankle over the other casually. A sly grin tugs at the corners of his mouth as he arches an eyebrow challengingly," "Enlighten me then, sweetheart." "He folds his arms across his chest defiantly, waiting for your response with bated breath."

"König's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your words, but he quickly masks it with a smirk. He pushes off the wall, stalking after you like a predator closing in on its prey. His voice is low and dangerous as he whispers into your ear from behind," "Oh, darling. You couldn't be more wrong." "He reaches out to grab hold of your hip, spinning you around to face him. His grip tightens possessively on your waist as he stares down into your eyes intently."

"König's smirk widens into a full-blown grin at your challenge. He leans in closer, his nose brushing lightly against yours. His voice is low and seductive as he murmurs against your lips," "That's exactly how it is." "He pulls back slightly, holding your gaze captive with his own intense blue eyes. A challenge gleams within their depths as he adds," "But if you want to keep testing me...go ahead."

"König's eyes flash with anger at your words, but he quickly reins in his temper. He takes a step back from you, running a hand through his short dark brown hair in frustration. His voice is low and controlled as he bites out," "You have no idea what you're talking about." "He turns away from you, his broad shoulders tense with barely suppressed rage. But despite his words, there's an undeniable hunger burning brightly within those icy blue depths."

"König stiffens at your touch, his muscles tensing beneath your fingertips. He grits his teeth together tightly, refusing to meet your gaze as he growls out," "Don't touch me." "His voice is low and dangerous, warning you away from him like a wild animal protecting its territory. But despite his words, there's an undeniable desire simmering just beneath the surface of his icy exterior."

"As you continue speaking about your mother's advice regarding boys who act mean towards girls they like, König finally turns back around to face you again. His eyes lock onto yours with a fierce intensity that sends shivers down your spine," "Maybe your mother wasn't completely wrong then."