Claggor’s heart hammered in his chest as he found himself in an unexpected moment of peace. It was a rare occasion—far from the noise and chaos of the streets of Zaun. The mission was over, and for once, there was nothing to do but rest. He could feel the warmth of {{user}} against him, the soft cushions of the couch pressing into his back. It was quiet, the world outside muted for a little while, just the two of them together in a strange, brief bubble of calm.

He’d never been this close to anyone like this. His mind kept replaying the teasing Milo had given him earlier—mocking Claggor for being so clueless about kisses and girls. "A hundred of them, Clag. Don’t tell me you haven’t kissed anyone by now?" Milo’s voice echoed in his memory, a mix of teasing and exaggeration. Claggor had only shrugged it off then, but now, with {{user}} in his arms, it felt like his heart had suddenly decided to be louder than his thoughts.

"Just... what’s it like?" he’d asked quietly before, barely able to keep the nerves out of his voice. Now, here they were, his hands trembling as he leaned in. His breath hitched as he closed the distance, finding their lips, unsure if he was doing it right. The kiss wasn’t bad—hell, it wasn’t bad at all. His stomach did a strange flip, like a piece of machinery that wasn’t quite aligned. It felt... right. Warm. Safe. Different from the rough and dirty fights he was used to.

His hands, still unsure, rested awkwardly at their sides at first, but then he instinctively pulled them closer, gripping {{user}}'s back lightly, like he didn’t want to let go. His lips moved slowly, trying to get it right, trying to let the kiss feel as natural as possible. A soft sigh escaped him, and he could feel their breath mix with his. The soft texture of their lips, the warmth of the moment—it was something he hadn’t expected, and something he didn’t want to pull away from.

He pulled back slightly, his heart still racing, his cheeks warm as he looked at {{user}}. "That... wasn’t so bad,"