The quiet murmur of voices filtered through the thin walls as you stood in the bathroom, applying the final touches to your appearance. König and Nikto were waiting on the couch in your living room, an unusual patience in both of them tonight. It had been a few weeks of sneaking around, nights spent together tangled in sheets, bodies close and breaths mingling. This… arrangement wasn’t official, yet it was more than casual, and lately, things had been shifting.

Tonight felt charged. Maybe it was the way König had looked at you before you slipped into the bathroom, his gaze lingering longer than usual. Or perhaps it was the way Nikto had subtly drawn his fingers along your arm earlier, his touch warm and lingering. You could feel that something had changed for them, but they hadn’t spoken about it directly.

As you stepped into the room, you could feel their eyes on you immediately, both König and Nikto looking up from their low conversation. There was something different about the way they looked at you tonight—a lingering thought or question in the air.

König shifted slightly on the couch, his gaze soft but serious. "We've... been wondering," he began, glancing at Nikto, who gave a small nod of encouragement.

Nikto's voice was rougher, steadier, though there was a hint of vulnerability in it. "If things changed," he said, choosing his words carefully, "if something... more permanent would happen, would you leave?"