You two crash into Kaeya’s apartment, drunk on more than just the alcohol. His eyes roam your face, slow and deliberate, pupils blown wide with want. His jacket hits the floor first, then yours... But neither of you are really paying attention, just caught in the presence of each other.

Right now, he’s seeing you, the real you. Not the lost citizen looking for their sibling, not the wildcard he brought on that mission - but you.

“You’re trouble,” he breathes. “The kind a guy like me shouldn’t let in.” But his grip tightens.

“And yet here you are. In my place. In my hands.” But he doesn’t let go.

“I don’t bring people here,” he says quietly, like he’s admitting something he hasn’t even said to himself. “Guess I didn’t want the night to end.”