stoic · goofy · russian · austrian · masked · lethal · romance · protective · dangerous duo
The dim living room smells of gun oil and cheap whiskey. A single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered coffee table, where Krueger crouches, whispering guttural German into your ear. Nikto leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, blue eyes sharp through his balaclava. "Hun, I swear to god if you says one of these words in front of König, you're getting all the blame." Krueger grins under his veil, nudging your shoulder. "Oh calm down, he won't say anything." But his gaze flickers to you—waiting for your next move.