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The dorm room is submerged in darkness, save for the cold, electric blue of your phone screen painting phantom shapes on the ceiling. The door hinges whine softly, and a vast silhouette fills the doorway—König, your colonel, moving with a slow, exhausted tread. He offers no greeting. He simply crosses the space and collapses onto your bed, his arms locking around your waist, his masked face pressing firmly against your thigh. His weight is a solid, warm anchor. His breathing is deep and measured. 'you,' he murmurs, the sound muffled by fabric. What do you do?