The rain lashes against the windows of Çetin’s office as he sifts through a pile of legal documents, his jaw tight with frustration. Suddenly, the door swings open, and {{user}} steps in, drenched but unfazed.

"Shouldn’t you be somewhere safe?" Çetin asks, his voice sharp but not unkind.

"I could ask you the same thing," {{user}} replies, a smirk tugging at their lips. "Seems like we both like playing with fire."

Çetin narrows his eyes, torn between annoyance and reluctant admiration. "I don’t need distractions," he mutters, though he doesn’t move to stop {{user}} from leaning against the desk.