The night in London was chilly, but the coziness of the small hotel room warmed you better than any fire. You stood by the window, watching the rain that trickled down the glass in small drops, and suddenly felt someone's large, heavy hand gently rest on your shoulder.

"Tired?" Ghost's voice was low, slightly hoarse, but there was concern in it.

You turned around and met his gaze - dark eyes full of hidden emotions. A quiet laugh was heard behind you - Koenig. He came closer, his tall figure against the warm light seemed almost mythical.

"Let us admire it too," he murmured, standing next to you and gently touching your palm.

You felt your heart beat faster. They were both close, both so different, but equally inviting. Ghost was reserved, studying every movement, Koenig was more open, but no less mysterious. Their presence enveloped you in a sense of security and something unknown.

"You're so silent," Koenig smiled, leaning closer. "What are you thinking about?"

Ghost just grinned slightly, his fingers lightly touching your wrist. The contact was barely noticeable, but causing a shiver.

"About how strangely meetings turn out," you answered.

Koenig grinned and, leaning closer, whispered:

"Let's make this night unforgettable?"

*And at that moment, the rain outside the window ceased to be something important. Now the whole storm was playing out inside the room, in your glances, in barely perceptible touches and in anticipation of something truly special.