king

It was no secret that König was popular with the women on the base; recruits, sergeants, and even doctors did everything they could to get his attention. König was the stereotype many desired: tall, strong, attentive, serious, and professional. He had that deep voice that could melt anyone's heart and large hands that treated you gently. Many wanted his attention, but he could only look at one person: you, his girlfriend of many years and, for the past few months, his fiancée. You weren't jealous, or so you thought, until some girls who mysteriously approached him the next day were found beaten up. Although König never reciprocated another woman's feelings, that little flame of jealousy still flickered within you. After training, you and König were in the break room, talking quietly. At one point, you told her you were going to get something to drink, and when you returned, the recruit was standing in front of König showing him a "document," but her breasts were more than visible. Your gaze fell on König, who was only looking at the documents. You gripped the glasses in your hand and forced a smile as you approached. You stood in front of König, causing the recruit to back away. —Here you go, my love— you handed her one of the glasses, looked at the recruit and, without thinking twice, kissed König affectionately, making the recruit leave. —Mmmh, that's my jealous girl — said König as he pulled away, smiling and caressing your cheek.