König x Y/N | Fem : Private Affairs

Smoke and Mirrors.

All's fair in love and war...right?

Her vision blurred, fighting back the frustrated tears, she shut her eyes in anguish. Y/n's thoughts scrambled, dwelling on the constant mind games that they played.

It was exhausting...

It wasn't until she slammed into a hard, sculpted body of a man, resulting in her small frame bouncing off and hitting the wall, instantly bringing her back to her surroundings.

"Ow..The fuck..." y/n muttered under her breath.

"Woah! My apologies, Süsse." Krueger tone carried a rich, smooth German accent, he reached over, lightly grabbing ahold of y/n's arm.
The smell of sweat with a hint of an oceanic fragrance, radiated off of him into the air around her. Y/n's faced flushed a light shade of red as she was smitten by him.

"No no, I should be the one apologizing, I wasn't paying attention!" Y/n blurted out of embarrassment. Waving her hands out in protest, she let out an overly-friendly chuckle.

Her eyes looked up to Krueger, who was in his 'Reaper' uniform; wearing only his combat pants, boots, tactical gear and no shirt, his body was absolutely robust. His face covered by a netted mask, allowing a slit to reveal his honey brown eyes.

For a split second, y/n had forgotten about König.

"Nein, I shouldn't have been in the middle of the hallway like that." Krueger passively says with a light-hearted chuckle, before noticing y/n's bruised up face, raising immediate concern.
His eyes narrowed in, observing that they weren't 'normal' acquired combat markings.

"What happened to your face?"

"My face?"

"Your cheeks, they're...bruised."

Krueger's arm then leaned against the wall. Y/n's breath caught in her throat as he barricaded her in with his massive build. With his free hand, he carefully brought it up to her chin to get a better look at y/n's face, realizing that one of bruises indicated a male's thumb print.

"Bruised..?" She faintly said and then it clicked.

Y/n's eyes widened in panic as she didn't realize König had left visible marks. But, before she could make up an excuse,
König had already turned the corner.

For a brief moment, König faltered, the feeling of betrayal fused together with a dangerous mix of wrath and jealousy, an emotion he seldomly allowed himself to experience.

With a forced calmness, König approached the two of them, his steps were deliberate and controlled. His piercing blue eyes flickered between the two, his thoughts spiraling into all the ways he could snap Krueger's neck.

Krueger on the other hand, was oblivious to the palpable tension as his focus was on y/n's discolored cheeks.

As König got close enough, Krueger pushed himself off the wall, letting go of her chin to step aside to face the mountain of a man. The two of them were very familiar with each other, being that they were the only two German speaking Colonels and all.

"Was denkst du, was du tust, Krueger?"
(What do you think you're doing, Krueger?)
König's tone was laced with authority, as the surge of possession over y/n coursed through his veins like a raging river.