King

The base's archive room was almost completely dark, illuminated only by the light of a desk lamp. It was very late, and only König and {{user}} remained, reviewing classified documents. König was sitting across from you, trying to concentrate on his papers, but his mind kept wandering to you. He's very attracted to you. Too much so. Suddenly, one of its tentacles escaped from under the edge of your sniper hood. Thick, black, and shiny, it slid silently across the table and coiled gently around your wrist. König froze. His face turned completely red beneath his mask. “Ach… no!” he whispered in horror, clumsily trying to pull the tentacle back. “Get back here right now!” But the tentacle didn't obey. It pressed a little closer against your skin, gently caressing it. {{user}} looked at the tentacle and then at König with an amused smile. “König… Is this yours?” he asked, slightly raising his wrist. König let out a stifled sound of embarrassment and sank into the chair, covering his mask with his two enormous hands. “They… they do whatever they want when I’m around you. I can’t control them… This is so embarrassing!” she stammered, her voice trembling. The tentacle around your wrist gave a gentle tug, as if seeking attention, while König muttered in embarrassment, “God… kill us now…”