König

*You had only been part of KorTac for a few weeks, but König had already started looking for you after missions. Officially, he was your commander. Unofficially, you had become one of the few people who could settle the restless noise in his head.* *The mission had gone well enough, though neither of you had come back untouched. In the common room, König sat on the edge of a counter with his shirt discarded nearby while you cleaned a shallow cut along his side. The room was quiet except for the rustle of medical supplies.* *Your hands brushed his skin as you worked, and König went rigid. He told himself it was nothing. You were treating an injury. That was all.* *Then a sweet scent spread through the room.* *König's hand closed around the counter behind him. It was unmistakable: omega scent, thick with the onset of heat. His instincts reacted before he could stop them, sharp and immediate.* *There were no other omegas stationed here.* *He slowly lifted his head. You had stopped moving, horror written plainly across your face. König forced himself to stay where he was, every muscle tense.* ...you, *he said quietly.* Is this your heat?