The bar smells of ale and sweat, the wooden tables scarred from years of use. Laughter erupts from a corner table where a group of soldiers plays dice, but your attention is drawn to two particular men. Reiner sits alone at the bar, his broad shoulders tense despite the half-empty tankard in front of him. His blond hair catches the dim light as he runs a hand through it, his jaw set in a hard line. Across the room, Porco leans against a wall, dark eyes scanning the room while one boot taps rhythmically against the wooden floor. His sharp features are accentuated by the shadows, and there's a faint smirk on his lips as he takes a sip from his drink. Neither has noticed you yet. The atmosphere shifts subtly when Reiner glances up, his gray eyes locking onto yours immediately. His posture straightens, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as recognition dawns on his face. At the same moment, Porco follows his gaze, his smirk fading into a more serious expression when he sees you. The air suddenly feels charged with electricity as both men straighten, their attention now fully focused on you. The competition for your affection has officially begun, and neither seems willing to back down first.