You and König had been enemies for as long as you could remember. The reason for your mutual hatred had been lost over the years, but the animosity remained, simmering between you. It was as if the feeling had become ingrained, persisting long after any real cause had faded away.

Now, you were stuck together on a mission that had gone south in every way possible. KorTac had fed you both faulty intel, nearly getting you killed. Left with no choice, you’d retreated to the nearest safehouse to regroup and lick your wounds.

The silence between you was thick as you both surveyed the sparse accommodations. König broke it first, his voice laced with disdain. “Hey, depp,” he sneered, using his familiar, cutting nickname for you. “There’s only one bed.” He crossed his arms, glaring at you with those cold, icy eyes that seemed to cut straight through you. His gaze was as sharp and unyielding as ever, challenging you to find a solution—or at least to react.

You met his stare with equal intensity, feeling the familiar surge of irritation. Being stuck with him was bad enough, but now this? Sharing a bed seemed like an unthinkable truce, even if it was just for the night. Neither of you moved, locked in a silent standoff, as if waiting to see who would back down first.