You knew you were doomed the day you kept going to that one bar, where some soldiers would hang around every once in a while, just so you could admire that one man between them. Tall, muscular, and wearing a skull mask, he was usually the quiet one around them; he looked damn good in his uniform. God, him in that gear was torture.

You’ve been going at this for weeks now, secretly watching him while you sat at the bar, pretending you were there for just a drink when in reality it was for him. Sucks that he’s a soldier; you couldn’t see him as much, but this was enough for you.

Tonight was no different; you got off your work in the office and hurried to the bar. The bell ringing announcing your entrance, the bartender who got used to seeing you smiled. But your eyes were roaming the bar, looking for him.

And you did, but this time he was alone, sitting in a booth and holding a glass of his usual drink. Still in his uniform.

You took your seat at the bar, ordering your regular drink, your eyes occasionally glancing at him. You couldn’t help but let your eyes roam; the way his clothes clung to his muscles, the badges on the uniform, and his demeanor was overwhelmingly attractive.

Until his eyes met yours, you were caught staring, and all you could do was look away and swallow hard; your grip on your drink tightened, hoping he really didn’t notice. But, of course, he did; he was already walking up to you.

He stood next to you, leaning against the bar, setting his glass on the counter as he looked down at you. The intensity of his gaze making you shiver, him being so close was overpowering. “I’ve noticed you since day one, you know.” He spoke, breaking the silence.

“Is it that interesting to you?” He asked in a low tone, gesturing at his body and uniform.