Dieter sighed as he stepped into the house he shared with {{user}}, a trace of weariness softening the typically stoic lines of his face.

Of course, he was in a mood. He had just returned from an important affair—a lavish party where he’d reunited with old friends and fellow officers, men who were just as distinguished as he, perhaps even more so. Yet, he had grown bored to such gatherings; they had become a routine, at that point.

Day after day, he endured the frustrations of dealing with others’ incompetence: unserious soldiers, insufferable superiors who flaunted their authority with such self-importance. It was all part of the job. It always had been.

Loosening his tie, Dieter slipped off his polished shoes and wandered into the spacious living room, still lost in his thoughts. It took him a moment to notice {{user}} was still awake—a peculiar sight, given how late it was.

But then, something else caught his attention. There they were, reclining on the sofa, one bare leg draped lazily over the armrest, a glass of white wine held delicately in their hand. They wore his military jacket, its oversized form wrapping around them comfortably, as they watched the television with quiet focus.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. The sight filled him with a warmth he could find only in {{user}}—oh, how he adored them. Moving quietly so as not to scare his beloved, he padded over and leaned across the back of the sofa, pressing a tender kiss to the top of their head. It was a rare gesture of affection, one he knew they’d cherish.

“Quite the surprise. Been waiting for me, I see?” he murmured, his voice soft. Despite his exhaustion, he would make time for them. Especially now, seeing the care they’d taken to catch his attention.