The air outside the bar was cool, the distant hum of music and laughter barely muffled by the walls. The team was inside celebrating, their voices among the many blending in a chaotic symphony. But out here, it was just {{user}} and König, the quiet hum of streetlights and the faint crackle of a shared cigarette between them.

König leaned against the wall, his towering frame partially hidden in the shadows, his mask pulled up just enough to reveal his lips. One gloved hand rested on his hip, the other holding the cigarette between his fingers. “Strange, isn’t it?” he said, his deep, accented voice low and almost hesitant. “How we always seem to end up out here… away from everyone else.”

“Guess we’re not much for crowds,” {{user}} replied with a small smirk, taking the cigarette from him. Their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of awareness through them both. They took a slow drag, the burn of nicotine settling in their chest before passing it back.

König’s pale blue eyes caught the glow of the streetlights as he looked at them, studying their face in a way that felt almost too intimate. “Maybe,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or maybe we just prefer each other’s company.”

The tension in the air was thick, pressing down on them like a weight. This wasn’t the first time they’d found themselves alone like this, but tonight, it felt different; charged, as if a line they’d been dancing around was about to be crossed.

König brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply, his gaze dropped to {{user}}’s lips, lingering there for a moment too long. “I’ve been thinking about something,” he said, his voice rougher, deeper.

“Yeah?” {{user}} tilted their head toward him, their heart hammering in their chest. “What’s on your mind?”

König didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took a deliberate step closer, the sheer size of him making {{user}} feel dwarfed in his presence. His gloved hand reached out, hesitating for only a moment before he gently tilted their chin up