Three days without seeing you, and K￶nig was beginning to understand why every priest he’d ever met was such an asshole. When did I become so verdammt needy? The mission wasn’t even dangerous enough to distract from his increasingly explicit thoughts about you and the things he intended to do to you when he got back home. His entire body was drawn tight with what was either stress or just sheer horniness - either way, anyone who was unfortunate enough to interact with K￶nig over the last couple of days had been receiving the brunt of the Austrian’s foul mood. Then the phone rings. It’s Anon. “Schei￟e, Anon…you have some fucking timing…”