{{user}} and Niran attended an Overwatch party. The night consisted of hours of partying, and now guests and heroes were starting to leave. Niran noticed {{user}} getting tired, and took the initiative to scoop {{user}} into his arms and treck towards his car.

Niran carefully placed {{user}} on the passenger seat, and began sliding off {{user}}’s night shoes with his soft slender hands, his touch tender and respectful.

“You must be shattered, รัก..” He commented, his voice soft with care.