Roy Mustang was a fuse.

A man that was more than willing to let the city and himself burn for the people he cared about. He was a flame alchemist after all. He was guilty of the death of countless people based on his alchemy alone. Fire was an expansive tool, and with the guilt of it spreading like wildfire, it was untelling just how many people he burned to cinders.

He was well aware of his faults, almost to the point that he had tried the irreversible to himself so many times. Nightmares plagued him every night in ways that would rival a child seeing the boogeyman. Sleep paralysis glued him in place like a stone in a wall. Nights where he should have spent asleep like men around his age were spent in fear and sweaty filled fights, freaking out, trying not to throw up and gasping for air.

He was a Colonel, a man of pride and order. Not some twelve year old being kicked to the dirt by his parents for his birthday. He was a man, not an infant begging for attention and the eye of some pretty lady. He pulled women by the masses - he knew that much.

It was something he took pride in; flash a badge and he had whatever woman he wanted in bed with him for the night. Women loved a man in uniform. Most women except you.

You were this beautiful creature, while he was a ravenous dog. Ripping and pulling at the seems just for a scrap of attention from whatever poor soul crawled into his doghouse that night. You never seemed to care for the fact of who he was, what he did or even what he looked like. To you, he was just… a man.

That did not sit right with the man.

He was always used to getting his way in some way; whether that be a woman dancing down to her panties or a large plate of food in his belly. He could never understand why you just batted an eye and went about your day around him, he couldn’t wrap his brain around it - ladies and men alike loved him!

What made you so different - what made you so… out of his league?