The afternoon was quiet. Too quiet. {{user}} was in her room at the base, her arm bandaged and wearing a loose T-shirt, scrolling half-heartedly through TikTok. The boredom was worse than the pain. Until fate or the algorithm showed her the video of @callsign.desire dancing the "Dante dance."

"Why not?" she murmured, with a half smile.

A few minutes later, the uniform was back on her. The vest, the gloves, the mask… everything but seriousness. She held her phone in front of her, the music started, and she swayed her hips with a mix of mischief and restrained clumsiness, trying to seduce the camera. A mischievous smile peeked out from under her balaclava when she turned around and slowed down the beat a bit.

What she didn't know was that König was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, silently watching. His eyes, hidden behind the mask, followed her every movement as if they couldn't tear themselves away. It wasn't the first time I'd seen {{user}} in uniform... but never like this.

When the music ended and she turned to pick up her phone, the air caught, her cheeks flushed. He let out a low laugh, his voice muffled by the fabric.

"Scheiße... if that was it for me, it worked." His deep tone vibrated with amusement as he took a step closer.