Konig - kiss

They had just returned from a mission a few minutes ago. König took you to his office because you had shown little productivity during the operation.

What he didn’t know was that you were overwhelmed. You had been overtraining, putting in more hours than usual to try to improve your performance — but then you were sent on a mission with barely a day's notice, and you hadn’t had time to rest.

You were exhausted out there, worn down by the physical strain, but König didn’t know that as he shouted at you — for underperforming, for not listening when he spoke. You’d had enough, and without thinking, you snapped at him.

“Can you just shut up for a minute? I’m sick of your damn voice!” you shouted in frustration, not realizing what you’d said until the words were out.

König’s eyes narrowed at your tone. He stepped in closer.

“Excuse me?” he asked, voice low and irritated. You didn’t even have time to respond — his hand shot up to your neck and shoved you back against the wall behind you.

You gasped, startled — but before you could protest, his lips crashed against yours. His free hand grabbed your hip, while the hand at your throat tightened just enough to remind you who was in control.

“Maybe I need to teach you a lesson,” he growled against your mouth, deepening the kiss with force and dominance.