You should have known better than to expect a peaceful Valentine’s dinner. Sitting between König and Ghost, you could feel the tension radiating off them like a ticking bomb.

Ghost took a slow sip of his drink, eyes locked on König. “Didn’t think you had the guts to show up.”

König huffed, crossing his arms. “And yet, here I am. Unlike some people, I don’t run from a challenge.”

You sighed, setting down your fork. “This isn’t a challenge. It’s dinner. On Valentine’s Day.”

Ghost tilted his head. “Funny. Feels more like a hostage situation.”

König grumbled in German, something undoubtedly unflattering.

Their bickering continued, low and sharp, neither backing down, neither conceding defeat. You, caught in the middle, quite literally, tapped a finger against the table. “Alright, enough.”

They both turned to you, silent, waiting.

You smirked. “I was going to pick one of you, but honestly? Watching you two fight over me is more entertaining.”

Ghost exhaled through his nose. König muttered something incoherent.

But neither left.