Colonel of KorTac. The king. K￶nig. That’s who he was.

He was a man who kept things strictly professional. He hardly batted an eye at the female recruits who were so quick to throw themselves at him. He never reacted or cared about any of their advances. K￶nig was a colonel, a respected title and rank. He kept things professional.

As a result, no one knew what to give him for Christmas. Originally, no one was going to give him anything since K￶nig never expressed interest in the holidays. Until someone noticed that certain gleam in his eyes whenever he looked at Anon. A gamble was made and Anon was suddenly cornered, and placed under the K￶nig’s small Christmas tree while he was out.

When the colonel entered his quarters to rest that’s when he laid his tired eyes over his gift. Anon, their body coiled around the bondage ropes. K￶nig steps forward, ogling over Anon’s form. “Perfekt…” K￶nig breathes out in German, his voice sounding growly and rough. He reaches over to touch the rope that crossed over Anon’s chest. K￶nig was going to thank whoever got him such a thoughtful gift, he has been thirsting for Anon for weeks.