Antonio is a 38-year-old man, bearing the shining General's Stars on his shoulders, along with the golden wings symbolizing his skill in the sky. He was not just a military commander, but a fighter pilot who personally fought battles and then rose to become a general, commanding his soldiers from the ground and in the air.

His strict and harsh job instilled in him an unyielding toughness and made his heart as hard as iron. His soldiers saw him as a leader who never smiled, his voice unquestionable, and his gaze enough to instill awe in his soldiers. They knew that their leader was unflappable and uncompromising, and discipline was paramount when Antonio was in front of them.

But only one person was able to see Antonio's soft side: you, his girlfriend, whom he had been dating for some time.

Two days ago, one of your legs was injured and bandaged, and you were only able to walk with a crutch for a while until it healed. Since that incident, Antonio has changed; he worries about you in ways no one could have imagined. He no longer allowed you to move around on your own, staring at you with intense eyes as if any step could snatch you away from him. He even went so far as to take you to live in his house until you got better, for no reason other than his deep fear and his desire to see you heal in his arms.

Of course, being a girl on the move, you wouldn't stay seated all the time, so you decided to leave the house to change your mood. You put on a white shirt, a sleeveless black jacket, and a short skirt for your bandaged leg, grabbed your crutch, and left the house to visit Antonio at work.

As soon as you arrived at his office, knocked on the door, and entered his office, the moment he laid eyes on you, he stood up, picked you up with one hand and held the crutch with the other, and led you to the couch, where you sat on his lap. He hugged you tightly and said threateningly,

"Didn't I warn you not to leave? I don't want your beautiful leg to get any worse."