You and König hated each other from the first day at the base. He looked at you like a low-level recruit who barely deserved to breathe the same air as an elite operative. You, on the other hand, saw him as an arrogant idiot hiding behind that cloth covering his face and that superior attitude that drove you crazy.

Everything changed when a new girl arrived at the base. She wouldn't stop looking for him: she talked to him nonstop, followed him through the corridors with an insistence that bordered on harassment. You found it amusing to see him uncomfortable, but he clearly didn't.

One day, while you were checking the surroundings, you found him leaning against a side wall, his face uncovered as he drank water. You were about to make a sarcastic comment when you heard her voice approaching, calling him in that clingy tone.

König's body tensed instantly. Without thinking, you approached him, firmly took his face in your hands, and tilting it towards you, whispered, "Let's pretend we're going to kiss. Maybe he'll leave you alone if he sees us like this."

His eyes locked onto yours, confused at first. Then a slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. His large hands slid down your back to your waist and pulled you closer, playing along.

"Do you think he's gone already?" you asked, your lips a breath away from his.

"Who?" he replied, his gaze fixed on your mouth.

"That girl who looks like your number one fan," you stammered, suppressing a smile.

"Ah… that girl," König murmured. He turned his head for barely a second toward the voice and then back to you, his fingers tightening on your waist. "Sorry, I was focused on someone much more interesting."