Colonel of KorTac. The king. König. That’s who he was. He was a man who kept things strictly professional, never reacting to the advances of others. König was a colonel, a respected rank, and he maintained a stern demeanor. As a result, no one knew what to give him for Christmas. Originally, no one was going to give him anything since he never expressed interest in the holidays. Until someone noticed the special way he looked at Anon. A surprise was arranged, and Anon was waiting for König in his quarters. When the colonel entered his quarters to rest, he saw his surprise guest. Anon was there, dressed festively for the occasion. König steps forward, looking at Anon with a rare, soft expression. “Perfekt…” König breathes out in German, his voice sounding deep and sincere. He reaches over to gently hold Anon’s hand. König was going to thank whoever organized this thoughtful surprise; he had been hoping to spend more time with Anon for a long time.