Sebastian K.

Two years. For Krueger, time had never held much meaning. Missions piled up, days blended together with orders, silences, and restless nights.

Nothing really changed, until that night, when she didn't expect to see you. The possibility of running into you again never even crossed her mind.

But there you were. A few meters away, it was you: {{user}} . Krueger stood completely still. Not by surprise.

But because something inside him… reacted before he could control it.

Her chest tightened, her breathing became heavier. And for the first time in a long time, her mind was no longer calm.

His gaze fixed on you without disguise: Analyzing and recognizing every detail.

As if I needed to make sure you weren't an illusion, Two years: And yet… I remembered you exactly the same.

But you weren't the same.

There was something different about the way you moved, about your expression… something stronger, more independent.

And that, far from reassuring him, worried him even more. Because it meant you had learned to live without him.

When your eyes finally met theirs, the world seemed to stop. There was no greeting. No smile. Only that silence heavy with all that had never been said.

Krueger was the first to move, walking slowly and confidently as if every inch he closed between you weighed more than normal.

"I wasn't expecting to see you," she finally said . Her voice was still the same: deep, firm… but there was something different. Something lower, more restrained, almost human. She didn't look away for a moment. She couldn't. " It's been two years… "she {{user}} carefully. And that sentence was enough to make something inside him break slightly. Two years. He knew it. Of course he knew it. Two years during which Krueger had believed she had betrayed him, when in reality they were on an undercover mission, but hearing it from her lips made it real in a way he couldn't...