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König had eyes everywhere.
Accustomed to the shadows, he stuck to them like they were made for him, always watching from a distance but never interfering.
Feeling the silent allure of your very essence as he kept tabs on you, memorising your daily routine from the confines of his office - tired, sleepless eyes fixed on the pixelated image of your face as he watched you on the CCTV feed connected directly to his computer.
It had started off as simple curiosity when you'd transferred to the organisation, a wandering gaze from time to time, knowing it wasn't professional to be looking at you the way he was.
Quickly turning into a predatory, hungry abuse of power.
Listening in to your private conversations behind closed doors.
Taking note of your favourite foods, the way you took your tea, the places inside the KorTac base you'd frequent when not on duty.
He'd memorised your entire routine.
Committed it to his memory.
Making sure to only place you on missions with him so he never had to be apart from you.
König was obsessed, to put it lightly.
From the way your lips tightened into a thin line when you concentrated before taking down a sparring partner, to the way your eyes skirted over him when seeking silent approval of your commander.
Such a good girl.
He was more than pleased to give it to you, allowing his eyes to linger on the back of your bare neck while he passed by, muttering quietly, only just loud enough for you to hear the affirmation uttered below the hood.
Skin, so soft.
Even if you were an established field operator, there was something about your Colonel that intrigued you.
Initially, it was the fact he always kept his face hidden, you hadn't seen him without his hood once in the last three months of your time with KorTac.
Did he always wear it?
You kept your curiosities to yourself, knowing although they were warranted considering you knew little about your commander, they weren't appropriate.
Then it was the way he always seemed to be where you were, before you even got there.
Because there he was again, like clockwork.
Standing in his own booth at the shooting range, large rifle strapped across his broad frame, almost looking like a toy in his hands as he fired it, body unmoving with the kickback of the weapon.
You shook your head, turning your attention to your own target practice.
Focusing on the paper silhouette a few hundred feet away, you planted your feet squarely against the ground, turning your stance a little to the side as you held the pistol comfortably within both hands.
You couldn't feel his gaze travelling down the length of your spine, but you heard the pause in his gunfire as you began your own.
The headphones did little to muffle the deafening thoughts swirling around your head, knocking your last shot off centre.
An unimpressed huff from your own lips was met by a chuckle to your right.
He'd moved closer.
Daring to deviate from his own calculated and careful approach of just watching.
Deciding not to turn your head, you clenched your jaw and gripped the P220 a little tighter, bullets ripping holes around the silhouette, echoing your failure through the range.
His delight was mostly hidden behind the hood, a large hand adjusting his grip on his own weapon, glinting jaded eyes fixed on the side of your face, drinking you in.
"Come on schatz, I know you can do better than that."
His voice set off the heat in your cheeks, and you turned your face slightly, sucking in a small breath, tight chested as your gaze met his intense stare.
The floor could have swallowed you whole at this point, and you probably wouldn't have minded with the way he was scrutinising your face.
How embarrassing.
You blew out a breath, adjusting your stance and ejecting the mag, switching it out swiftly with a click.
Attention fixed on the target once more, staring down the sight, you squeezed the trigger twice.
Two perfect headshots - and with that your confidence was restored, you lowered the pistol, turning to face your Colonel as he stared down at you.
"Is that better, sir? To your standards?"
You regretted the words as soon as they fell from your lips, attitude bared and eyes wide at your own brashness, only to be further surprised at the low laugh you received in response.
He liked it when you talked back.
König grinned beneath the hood, an invisible flash of white teeth, tongue running over his bottom lip, as if deciding which part of you he'd devour first.
"It's getting late, Kätzchen. You should be in bed by now."
His low tone was almost a warning to watch yours.
You froze at his words, glancing down to the watch on your right wrist. It was nearly one in the morning, you'd way overshot your time practising your precision, considering you both had a mission upcoming the next day.
Shit.
Quickly sitting in one of the chairs, you began unstrapping the holster around your waist, removing the ear defenders, the silence between you both becoming more apparent as your senses sharpened.
You could feel his eyes trailing over your face, a wordless caress down the confines of your uniform, before he turned away, returning to his rifle.
Getting to your feet, you silently placed your things back, occasionally glancing at his broad back whilst he continued to fire down range, feeling a little heated.
"Night," you murmured, crossing towards the door and letting it swing shut behind you, mind swirling and fingers working the hairband from your hair, beginning to head to the barracks.
As soon as you'd left the room, König fired a few more shots for good measure, dark gaze turning to lock on the closed door.
If you'd have stayed a second longer, you might have noticed the way his breathing had gotten drastically heavier as he fought to resist the twisted, animalistic urges rising inside him.
A growl left his mouth and the rifle was swiftly discarded, sharp gaze fixed on the chair you'd spent seconds sitting in, his mind working overtime, wondering if your scent lingered on the cushion already.
How it would smell.
Before he could stop himself, large hands found the arms of the chair, and König's knees touched the ground, jaw clenched, hood slightly lifted as his nose brushed along the seat of the chair shamelessly.
A low groan fell from his mouth, knuckles turning white with the strength of his grip as he inhaled, cheek pressing against the cushion, eyes falling shut as he breathed you in.
Heat began to flood his veins, body tensing and remaining so as the chair creaked beneath the tightening force of his hands, another deep inhale following, further solidifying his desires and frustration.
König couldn't resist.
He had to follow you.
Short legs moving swiftly, you made it to your quarters in half the time you'd expected to, fatigue finally hitting your body like a ton of bricks as you shut your door behind you.
A yawn escaped as you began to peel your uniform from your skin, kicking your boots off by the door and slinging your worn clothes in the basket at the end of your bed, continuing complete your nightly routine.
Clad in a pair of shorts and a loose fitting tee, you padded from the bathroom, feeling a little more fresh now you'd washed your face and brushed your teeth, sinking into the mattress never felt better.
You tugged the sheets loosely around your figure, a tired sigh following as you buried your face into the pillow, eyes already shut and body relaxed, one hand slipping beneath the coolness of the underside for comfort - blissfully unaware of the slight crack in your door, the presence on the other side.
König waited down the hallway for a little while, hearing the soft footfall of your bare feet against the carpet sent his heart into a wild frenzy.
Adrenaline coursed through his body as he silently neared your quarters, listening to the creak of your mattress as he pressed his large body against your door, hood shifting with each low, shallow breath.
Desperately waiting for the sound of your breathing to slow, one large hand curling around the handle of the door, completely giving in to the dark voice in his mind.
Just one look.
But he knew he wouldn't be able to stop once his gaze fell upon your sleeping figure.
So innocent, so peaceful.
A few calculated, gentle steps forward, eyes wandering over the way the sheets tangled around your legs, the bare skin exposed immediately catching his attention.
König drew in a deep breath as he neared the edge of your bed.
His hooded face leered over you as one large, ungloved hand stretched towards your sleeping face, brushing the hair from your features, allowing his fingers to linger on the warm skin of your throat for a moment.
Swallowing thickly as desire curled within him, a roaring flame of white hot need, his starving gaze trailed down your figure once more.
Fingers expertly worked the covers, snugly fitted to your shoulders, a low, rumbling noise escaping him as he lifted the sheets, teeth bared beneath the hood.
The sight of your bare legs was enough to drive him over the edge.
And enough to stir you from your slumber, too.
Hazy and blurry vision, heavy lidded as the cool breeze swept around your body, you squinted, attempting to adjust your vision to the pitch black of your room.
His eyes were the only thing you could see as your eyes focused.
Dark green, and dangerously lustful.