The war had finally settled, if only for a while. For the first time in years, König and Horangi could relax without the weight of combat looming over them. No missions, no orders—just time for themselves. Naturally, they decided to spend their rare moment of peace together, holed up in Horangi’s apartment for a much-needed boys' night.

The living room was a mess of snack wrappers, empty soda cans, and a bowl of popcorn resting on the coffee table, only half full after König had absentmindedly devoured most of it. He sat sprawled out on the couch, legs spread wide, taking up more space than necessary. Horangi, unfazed as always, comfortably made his place between König’s legs, leaning back against the larger man’s chest.

The TV screen flickered in front of them, displaying a fast-paced first-person shooter. They had been playing for hours, their competitive natures refusing to let either of them back down. Every time one landed a headshot on the other, it was met with a triumphant chuckle or a frustrated groan.

"This game sucks!" König said harshly, he was not good at losing games..