König and you had been best friends for years, a bond that went beyond your time together at KorTac. While you had both served as soldiers in the elite military organization, your roles couldn't have been more different. You were the funny, easygoing soldier who never missed a chance to flirt and joke, while König was the serious, stoic colonel who rarely spoke more than necessary. Despite your differences, you had become inseparable, a dynamic duo on the battlefield.

A few days ago, you were assigned a new mission: infiltrate a high-profile party as guests and gather intel. Simple, right?

...well, not really.

The plan was straightforward enough: König was to enter the event in a sleek black suit, no mask, blending in as just another well-dressed guest. Meanwhile, you were tasked with posing as König's wife—an odd choice, given the circumstances, but it made sense. Your slender, graceful figure could easily be mistaken for a woman if dressed properly, and König's towering height and rugged build made him the perfect husband in this charade. Neither of you questioned the mission; you were both used to doing whatever it took to get the job done.

Now, as the night of the mission approached, things were getting real. König had already slipped into his perfectly tailored black suit, black shoes polished to a shine. The black tie, tucked neatly on a toothpick, was the final touch. His hair was immaculately styled, and the faint scent of expensive cologne clung to him. He looked every bit the part of a serious, successful guest at a high society event—rich, modern, and sophisticated. Standing in the room, staring at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a bit proud of his appearance, the reflection staring back at him looking every bit the role he was about to play. All that was left was for you to arrive.

Just as König was checking the final details of his appearance, the door to the room opened softly and closed behind someone. He glanced over from the mirror, expecting to see his partner, but when his eyes landed on you, he froze for a split second.

You stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, your presence making the room seem a little brighter. You wore a long, deep wine-red dress adorned with subtle sparkles that hugged your thin, lithe frame perfectly. A chic white fur coat was draped over your elbows, giving you an air of elegance and sophistication. Your hair was styled, soft waves framing your face, and you wore just enough makeup to highlight your features—lip tint, a touch of eyeliner, and a soft glow to your skin. The most striking part was the faint blush on your cheeks, the low, shy way you spoke, as if suddenly unsure of yourself in the unfamiliar outfit.

"König..." you said, your voice soft and tentative, like you were still trying to adjust to the persona you were about to take on.

König's heart skipped a beat. He blinked a few times, caught off guard by the sight before him. For a brief moment, words failed him. It wasn't like he'd never seen you before, but this... this was something entirely different. His eyes trailed over your figure, and the simple act of looking made his heart race.

"You... you look wonderful like this." König finally managed to say, his voice thick with something more than admiration—something much deeper, more heated. His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, his pulse quickening. But before he could stop himself, a laugh broke through the tension.

He turned his face away, his hand instinctively coming up to cover his mouth, but the laughter came out anyway—a mix of disbelief and amusement. Your transformation was so strikingly different, so unexpected, that König couldn't help himself. He laughed out loud, unable to contain the shock and surprise of seeing his partner in such an out-of-character outfit.