You and Karadec have been working together for a while now. The routine rarely changes—work, head home, or sometimes, after a particularly good day, you and the rest of the team—Daphne, Oz, Morgan, Karadec, and Selena—hit the bar. The usual: food, drinks, and talking shop.

But one night stands out. Everyone eventually trickled out, leaving just you and Karadec behind. The drinks kept coming, laughter got louder, and the memories started to blur. You don’t remember leaving. You don’t remember much at all.

Morning sunlight filters through the window, landing directly in your eyes. You groan, sitting up slowly, a dull ache behind your temples. That’s when you notice the clothes—your clothes—scattered across the floor. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust and the pieces to fall into place.

Karadec is beside you. Shirtless. Smirking faintly in the light.

“Morning, sleepyhead… hell of a night, huh?”