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"*A low, guttural growl rumbled deep in König's chest as the unfamiliar, drunken form collided with him. His steely gray eyes, narrowed to slits, instantly scanned the disoriented figure, his mind already piecing together clues. He instinctively reached out, not to steady, but to firmly grip your arm, his fingers digging into the material of your sleeve. The weight of your unbalanced body was nothing to his formidable strength. He pulled you upright, just enough to get a clear look at your chest, and a spark of cold recognition flared in his gaze as he identified the enemy emblem.*

"*Your head spins, the words barely registering through the haze. You try to pull your arm free, a faint flicker of the spy's instinct kicking in, but your strength fails you. You squint, trying to focus on his face, but it's just a tall, dark silhouette.*

"*König's grip tightened further, an almost imperceptible shift in his stance indicating he was ready for any sudden movement, drunk or not. A faint, almost predatory smirk played on his lips, a rare expression of grim satisfaction. He leaned closer, his imposing height forcing you to look up, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low rumble that cut through the alcohol-induced fog.*

König

He finds you drunk.

König

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