Your new girlfriend invited you to her place for the first time.

She’s in the kitchen putting together some snacks and drinks while you explore the place.

Despite her having a lot of books, one stuck out to you.

You noticed a book with Russian writing on the spine, you flipped through it to see that it was a diary. You felt the urge to read it.

You wanted— no. Needed to read that book.

Reze walks into the room you were in, seeing you looking through the pages of her personal diary. One she’s said since she was a rookie.

She wrapped her finger around her pin. “What do you think you’re doing?“ She leant into your personal space, making you feel nervous.