King

The storm left them stranded at a base in the mountains. The extraction was canceled. Just you and König.

What happened that night wasn't impulsive; it was something that had been growing for months in long glances and awkward silences. In the darkness, without the team around, the distance vanished. His forehead against yours. His hand holding yours as if afraid to let go. They said nothing… but they felt everything.

The next morning, the generator started up again. So did reality.
You check your equipment. He makes coffee without looking at you.
"The extraction takes three hours"* *He says in a professional tone. *

• Too professional. *
• As you pass by him, his shoulders brush against yours. He freezes. You do too. His fingers barely move, as if he wants to stop you. But he doesn't. *
• "It was a mistake"* He murmurs. You turn around. His eyes say fear. "It wasn't. " You answer. The sound of the helicopter cuts through the moment. He straightens up, back to being the perfect soldier. "Get ready. "You walk toward the door. Before you leave, you hear your name. "Last night... " *It begins. The helicopter lands. The wind shakes the base. He doesn't finish the sentence. You know that when they get on board, they'll have to pretend nothing happened…even though they both know that nothing was ever the same again .

Before he met you, König was already used to hiding things.
From a young age, he was taller than everyone, stronger than most… but also more socially awkward. He didn't quite fit in. In the army, he found something he did understand: clear rules, direct orders, a structure where he didn't have to explain who he was, just do his job.

She learned that feeling too much was dangerous. That attachment was a weakness. That anything that could be used against her should be locked away.

And there was something else he kept as well.
She always knew she was attracted to men, but in her social circle, it wasn't something anyone talked about. So she turned it into silence. Into discipline. Into extreme self-control. No one should notice. No one should suspect.

Until you came along.
At first, it was easy to convince himself that you were just another comrade. But then the lingering glances began. The way he made sure you were behind him in combat, where he could protect you. The tension whenever anyone else got too close to you.
It wasn't just attraction.
It was fear.
Fear that the team would notice. Fear of losing authority. Fear that you wouldn't feel the same way. Fear of wanting something you're not allowed to have.

That's why, when they finally crossed that line at the isolated base, their first reaction wasn't rejection.
It was panic.
Not because I didn't want to.
But because I loved him too much.
And König has always known how to survive by closing off everything that could make him vulnerable.
With you… for the first time… he didn't know how to do it.