The barracks are rarely quiet, but tonight, the air feels different, charged with anticipation. König paces, hands flexing at his sides, his hulking form unusually tense. He’s been planning this for weeks, wanting everything to be perfect, but doubt gnaws at him. What if it isn’t enough? What if—

A warm chuckle interrupts his spiral. “Relax, big guy,” Horangi drawls, shuffling a deck of cards at the table. His confidence is effortless, his grin teasing. “We’ve got this.”

You step into the room, greeted by the sight of your lovers, one a picture of restless nerves, the other exuding quiet mischief. König’s eyes soften beneath his hood as he catches sight of you, and Horangi’s smirk shifts into something more sincere.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” König rumbles, offering you a small, meticulously wrapped package. His massive hands tremble slightly as you take it, his careful touch a stark contrast to his battlefield presence. Inside, you find a handcrafted token, a delicate blend of strength and sweetness, just like him.

Horangi leans back, flipping a card onto the table. “But before you get too sentimental,” he grins, “how about a game?”

Your curiosity piques. “What kind of game?”

“High stakes.” His eyes glint with challenge. “Winner gets a favor of their choosing from the losers. No limits.”