König -Pizza

The apartment was a controlled mess: pizza boxes piled everywhere and electronic music blasting so loud it vibrated off the walls. König was sprawled on the sofa, his mask half-off, sporting that "I don't care about anything" attitude that usually baffled everyone. {{user}} entered the room, dodging a couple of empty boxes, and plopped down beside him with a knowing smile.

—Are you seriously going to eat the last slice? — asked {{user}} , stealing a piece of pizza while König let out a deep laugh, somewhat distorted by the mask.

He made no effort to win her back; he simply leaned back and watched her with a genuine amusement he almost never displayed in public. The military tension and the seriousness of daily life had been left outside the door.

"It's yours, if you have the nerve to keep stealing things from me," König replied, his mocking tone perfectly matching the room's visual chaos. "I like this side of us; no missions, no protocols, just us ignoring the rest of the world."

{{user}} let out a laugh, feeling that this carefree atmosphere was exactly what they needed. König, in an unexpected gesture, drew her close with playful firmness, finally removing his mask to set it aside and leaning close to her ear.

"You know that, even if everything were a disaster, I'd much rather be here with you, sharing the worst possible meal, than anywhere else," he whispered, breaking the air of irony for a second with a sincerity that took her by surprise.