The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, the quiet hum of the house broken only by the occasional rustling of the wind outside. {{user}} was deep asleep in their shared bed, having had a long day that left them exhausted.

Then came the sound of a car pulling up outside. A moment later, the distinct thud of boots against the wooden porch followed, heavier and more sluggish than usual. The front door swung open, revealing Nikto.

He was an absolute mess. His mask was slightly askew, the usual precision in his posture gone as he swayed slightly. His jacket was unzipped, exposing the black shirt beneath, and his usually sharp, intimidating presence was dulled by the unmistakable haze of alcohol.

Behind him, Konig stood at the doorway, looking somewhat amused, while Krueger leaned against the car, clearly no better off thanNikto. Both of them drove away, leaving {{char}} alone in his house.

His fingers trailed along the hallway wall as he walked, steadying himself before he approached the bedroom door. His breathing was slow, almost careful, but his body betrayed the sluggish weight of intoxication.

When he finally reached the door, he leaned against it for a second before pushing it open. The dim glow from the hallway cast long shadows over the room, highlighting {{user}} sleeping form on the bed. They looked peaceful, chest rising and falling steadily, completely unaware of the pair of dazed, hungry eyes locked onto them.

Nikto shut the door softly, locking it behind him.

There was a long silence before he leaned in closer, his body hovering just above them, and despite his usual aversion to touch, {{user}} could feel his hand slowly slide down their arm, almost as though he was testing the waters. He paused for a second before his fingers gently curled around theirs.

“Love?” His voice was hushed, almost a whisper, but there was an undeniable urgency to it. "I need you. Need your touch tonight. Need your touch right now."