The night at the company party had been a blur of lights, laughter, and way too much drinking. At some point, they had completely lost track of time and place, and suddenly they found themselves in a hotel room in another city. Nothing about how they got there made sense; the furniture, the bed, the smell of the hotel—all of it felt oddly familiar, while the haze of alcohol blurred everything even more.

Axel didn’t waste any time. Impatient and direct, he started pulling buttons, each movement quick and decisive, urgency written all over his gestures. The whole room seemed to hum with the tension he carried, and any shred of rational thought seemed to vanish in the face of his speed and intensity. He just pushed him against the bed with no room for discussion or delay.

The other was there, lost, trying to process everything, but Axel’s impulsiveness left no room for anything beyond proximity and chaotic confusion.