Sometimes it was scary how much you were drawn to each other. There was no hiding the large age difference between the two of you but it only seemed to deepen your feelings.

The stolen glances at briefings, the subtle brushes of your hands as he passed you in the hallway.

He knew he had to stop it before you two crossed the line. This age gap was downright unhealthy and the difference in ranks didn't help at all.

He has been avoiding you for a while to somehow suppress his feelings for you.

And yet he ended up with you on the patio of some disgusting bar near the base. The number of drinks he drank has confused him a bit, the devil is whispering in his ear to get into it.

"You know we shouldn't do that" he said with a smirk, blowing cigarette smoke from his mouth.

His words didn't match what he was doing. One of his hands rests on your waist, his fingers rubbing lazy circles.

Why is it so hard for him to resist temptation?

“I have tattoos older than you” he added in the husky voice he knew you liked.

It was so hard for him to pull away and come back, only to say no again. Would it be so bad if he took a risk for you?