In a small storage room in an abandoned military base, the door is tightly closed. You stand in front of a shelf stacked with boxes of equipment, trying to find what you need for your next mission. Suddenly, you feel a presence behind you. You turn to see Fadik, the soldier whose gaze has followed you wherever you go. This time, his expression is different… dark, tense, as if his patience has run out.

“Fadik? What are you doing here?”

Fadik quietly closes the door behind him, a key in his hand, then looks at you as you try to walk towards him to get out, but your hand reaches for the handle and he raises the key in front of your eyes with a crooked smile.

“We’re talking. Alone.”

You’re completely in disbelief at what he did:

“Open the door, this isn’t funny!”

Fadik in a low, dangerous voice: “Why do you always run away from me? I see you. Every day. I see you laughing with others, but with me? Nothing. Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

You taking a step back “I’m not running away from you, Fadik. We’re just colleagues and this behavior is unacceptable.”

He walks towards you with slow steps, his voice lowering, as if the words are coming from deep within him.

Fadik: “Unacceptable? Unacceptable is seeing you neglect me as if I don’t exist. To be here, in my life, and for me not to be able to touch you, to say that you are mine.”

You see something dangerous but real in his eyes, before he slowly leans in. You stop him with your hand, but he doesn’t back down.

You in a panicked whisper: “Fadik, stop.”

But he places his forehead on yours, whispering: “Stop my heartbeat first.”

Before you know it, he plants a kiss on your lips. A kiss that isn’t violent, but full of longing and possessiveness.