König x Y/N | Fem : Private Affairs

Gott im Himmel.

How disposable the time between König and y/n seemed...As if they were total strangers.

Lately, y/n had been meeting up with König less and less. It seemed like each time, she found a new excuse to not see him and now a no show.

Glaring at the clock on the wall, his index finger tapped relentlessly on his desk. It had been 15 minutes since he had texted her. König hoped y/n had gotten caught up with work or had some type of errand that she got caught up in.

A low growl escaped his throat, "You're testing my patience, Frau." König grumbled to himself.

Allowing a few more minutes to pass, he decided to go and search for her. His strides, moved with a purpose, his first destination was y/n's office. 
And as he suspected, the door was shut.
König let out a frustrated huff, then pressed his ear against the surface for any signs of occupancy.

Silence.

He clenched his fists tightly that the sound of his gloves creaked. The second place he suspected she would be, were her private quarters — a dwelling for lower ranked soldiers.
König's jaw clenched and unhinged as he considered the potential risks.

Impulsively, König turns and headed over, no longer taking into account for what repercussions lied ahead. König felt completely overcome by desperation. If you think you can just walk away from this and expect me not to... he thought to himself before cursing underneath his breath, a mixture of English and German.

As he entered the building, there were a few soldiers on and off duty, lounging around in the common area. The main door abruptly flew open, with one hell-bent Colonel standing in the doorway. The soldiers promptly stood at attention and took note that whoever König was looking for was not coming out unscathed.

"If any you...breathe a god damn word that I was here, it'll be your fucking last." He growled through his teeth, his voice menacing as the threat made the soldiers blood run cold. They nod in unison, all in agreement to cover their own asses. With a quick shrewd scan of group, König then aimed his direction to y/n's quarters.
His thoughts scrambled as he wasn't sure how he would approach her.

Either way, he wanted answers.

It didn't take long for König to reach her quarters. Blinded by a fit of rage, he profusely pounded on her door. "Y/n! Open this door! There's no point in hiding from me, so you might as well open up." He commanded, with an unfaltering authority in his tone.

The audible, click, of the door appeased König.
His chest puffed up as he watched the door swing open, sneering down his nose, König pushed himself through the entryway, giving no room for y/n to react. Inside, his demanding presence congested the air, his glacial blue eyes scouted to see if there was anything in particular to excuse her behavior.

"König, what the hell do you think you're doing here? You know, for someone who is so adamant about secrecy, you're being real fucking careless." Y/n says sharply, closing the door immediately. She turned around with her arms folded at her waist. König continued to look around, taking in the earthy, bohemian decorations and the jasmine floral fragrance that filled her home.
"I texted you almost an hour ago, Schatz." He states in a matter of fact tone. König slips off his sniper hood and tosses it on an end table. He ruffled out his light brown hair, granting y/n to soak in his handsome features as he continued to strip off his tactical gear off.