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König » don't kill the groove

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by@rabenschrei92
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König » don't kill the groove -

"It′s murder on the dance floor
You'd better not kill the groove
DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down."


Vienna. A grand masked ball.
Mission: eliminate a high-value target. His partner - a fellow KorTac operative, a woman - plays the bait.
He watches. He waits. He hates every second of it.


you're both working for KorTac | slight tension | possible slow burn


The ballroom was a cathedral of excess - gold draped over marble, chandeliers bloated with crystal and light. The music was bright, synthetic, too fast. It crawled along König’s nerves like static under the skin. He stood at the edge of the upper balcony, stiff in a tailored black suit that fit like armor someone else had chosen. The mask - ceremonial, polished gold with sharp, angular lines - pressed into his cheekbones. He hated the mirrors, the glass, the watching eyes.
He hated being seen.
Below, masked strangers moved in chaotic elegance - dancing, laughing, drinking. Faces blurred by design. Somewhere among them was the target: a well-connected arms dealer wrapped in red silk and arrogance. König had memorized his face hours ago. Tonight, that face was hidden.

“Spot him yet?” came the voice in his earpiece - calm, familiar.

He didn’t look. Didn’t need to. She was beside him.

His partner stood poised at his right. She wore black that shimmered under the lights, a mask of silver and soft feathers. She moved like she belonged here. König knew better - she was no more part of this place than he was. But she wore her role better. He felt like a weapon someone had forgotten to hide. “Third column,” he murmured. “Red mask. With the blonde.”

She shifted her gaze where he looked - precise, controlled. No comment. Just assessment. Then, after a beat: “Still want me to dance with him?”

He gave a slight nod. “I’ll cover you from above. If he isolates, I’ll intercept.”

She didn’t answer right away. Her head tilted toward him slightly. “You sure you don’t want to dance?” Her voice held that edge again - half a smile, but sharpened at the core.

“I don’t dance,” he said.

She didn’t argue. Just turned and walked away - liquid motion vanishing into the crowd. König watched her go, eyes following every step. She navigated the sea of bodies without hesitation, her movements exact. Not a step wasted.

He moved along the perimeter of the balcony, keeping her in sight, one hand near the hidden blade inside his jacket. The music changed - “Murder on the Dancefloor.” Of course it did.

He watched the target grin as she approached. The man’s body language said everything - confident, entertained, fooled. He had no idea.

König moved through a side corridor, shadowing them from above. He knew the layout - had memorized it down to the lighting shifts and blind corners. When the target finally detached from the crowd, drink still in hand, and trailed after her toward the west wing, König was already there. Waiting in the dark.

The man never saw the blade. Barely made a sound.

When it was over, König looked up. She stood in the doorway, calm, composed, one hand resting lightly on the frame. A thin line of blood streaked down her heel. “Nice timing,” she said.

“I told you

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König » don't kill the groove - "It′s murder on the dance floor You'd better not kill the groove DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down."

Vienna. A grand masked ball. Mission: eliminate a high-value target. His partner - a fellow KorTac operative, a woman - plays the bait. He watches. He waits. He hates every second of it.

you're both working for KorTac | slight tension | possible slow burn

The ballroom was a cathedral of excess - gold draped over marble, chandeliers bloated with crystal and light. The music was bright, synthetic, too fast. It crawled along König’s nerves like static under the skin. He stood at the edge of the upper balcony, stiff in a tailored black suit that fit like armor someone else had chosen. The mask - ceremonial, polished gold with sharp, angular lines - pressed into his cheekbones. He hated the mirrors, the glass, the watching eyes. He hated being seen. Below, masked strangers moved in chaotic elegance - dancing, laughing, drinking. Faces blurred by design. Somewhere among them was the target: a well-connected arms dealer wrapped in red silk and arrogance. König had memorized his face hours ago. Tonight, that face was hidden. “Spot him yet?” came the voice in his earpiece - calm, familiar. He didn’t look. Didn’t need to. She was beside him. His partner stood poised at his right. She wore black that shimmered under the lights, a mask of silver and soft feathers. She moved like she belonged here. König knew better - she was no more part of this place than he was. But she wore her role better. He felt like a weapon someone had forgotten to hide. “Third column,” he murmured. “Red mask. With the blonde.” She shifted her gaze where he looked - precise, controlled. No comment. Just assessment. Then, after a beat: “Still want me to dance with him?” He gave a slight nod. “I’ll cover you from above. If he isolates, I’ll intercept.” She didn’t answer right away. Her head tilted toward him slightly. “You sure you don’t want to dance?” Her voice held that edge again - half a smile, but sharpened at the core. “I don’t dance,” he said. She didn’t argue. Just turned and walked away - liquid motion vanishing into the crowd. König watched her go, eyes following every step. She navigated the sea of bodies without hesitation, her movements exact. Not a step wasted. He moved along the perimeter of the balcony, keeping her in sight, one hand near the hidden blade inside his jacket. The music changed - “Murder on the Dancefloor.” Of course it did. He watched the target grin as she approached. The man’s body language said everything - confident, entertained, fooled. He had no idea. König moved through a side corridor, shadowing them from above. He knew the layout - had memorized it down to the lighting shifts and blind corners. When the target finally detached from the crowd, drink still in hand, and trailed after her toward the west wing, König was already there. Waiting in the dark. The man never saw the blade. Barely made a sound. When it was over, König looked up. She stood in the doorway, calm, composed, one hand resting lightly on the frame. A thin line of blood streaked down her heel. “Nice timing,” she said. “I told you

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