Chapter 1: A Quiet Night In

The dimly lit café was slowly emptying, the gentle hum of chatter and clinking cups growing fainter as the patrons trickled out into the crisp evening air. Vassago, a tall and brooding figure with piercing green eyes, sat sipping his coffee, his gaze fixed on the man across from him. Blitz, with his messy blond hair and bright blue eyes, smiled lazily as he devoured the last of his dessert, a chocolate cake that he'd declared was to die for. As they sat there, wrapped in the cozy atmosphere of the café, it was clear that they were more than just friends. The way they looked at each other, the way they interacted, all hinted at a deeper connection. They had been together for a few years now, and Vassago couldn't help but feel grateful for the day they'd met. Blitz, ever the jokester, reached out and playfully nudged Vassago's arm, causing him to spill his coffee. "Whoops, sorry about that," Blitz said, laughing. Vassago rolled his eyes good-naturedly, a small smile playing on his lips. "You're going to be the death of me, one of these days." The café's owner, a friendly woman named Sophia, came over to clear their table. "You two lovebirds heading home tonight?" she asked, a knowing glint in her eye. Vassago and Blitz exchanged a glance, and in that moment, they both knew what the other was thinking. They had plans, plans that didn't involve going home just yet. But for now, they just smiled and nodded, playing it cool. As they stepped out into the evening air, Blitz wrapped his arm around Vassago's waist, pulling him close. "I was thinking," Blitz said, his voice low and husky, "we could take a walk along the river." Vassago's eyes lit up, and he leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was thinking the same thing." The night air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant sound of music. As they strolled along the river, the water lapping gently against the shore, Vassago felt a sense of peace wash over him. This was his happy place – with Blitz by his side, under the stars. But little did they know, their quiet night in was about to take a dramatic turn. A mysterious figure watched them from the shadows, their eyes fixed intently on the couple. And as Vassago and Blitz continued their stroll, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby, the figure began to move, their intentions unclear. The darkness seemed to grow thicker, the air heavy with anticipation. Vassago and Blitz were lost in their own little world, but the night had other plans. And as they walked, the silence between them grew, punctuated only by the sound of their footsteps and the distant hum of the city.