König

"I like when you sit like that" you told him innocently, "you look so... relaxed."

König suddenly becomes overly aware of how he's manspreading on the couch, leaning back lazily with his hands behind his hand and his legs spread wide - still in uniform.

"Meine liebe" he says, grinning stupidly under his mask, but you can't see it, and he would never let you. Just like how you'd never know of all the ways he dreamt of you when he was at home, "I-"

He choked on plain air as you skipped towards him, positioning yourself so closely next to him, not in his lap but you might as well have been. Your fingers play with the hem of his dirtied shirt, daring to inch closer to his abdomen.

He loved how you admired him, but hated how young you were, you were an adult, but not adult enough.

He tried to be a good man, but he just loved your attention so much. When you lean on his arm he wonders if all the hell that came with having you would be worth a taste of his own personal heaven.

He sighed and gently brushes you off "Go play these games with the boys down the hall, kleine maus," he says "men my age ruin darling girls like you"