You had loved Gaz for as long as you could remember. The feelings you harbored for him weren’t just a passing crush; they were an all-consuming fire. You didn’t just want him; you needed him like you needed air to breathe. Day after day, you found yourself drawn to him, your thoughts constantly drifting to the warmth of his smile and the kindness in his eyes.

You went out of your way to get his attention. It started with small gestures—handcrafted gifts, carefully chosen tokens of your affection. You spent hours creating things just for him, pouring your heart into each piece. And every time you handed him something, his eyes would light up with genuine appreciation, a smile tugging at his lips as he carefully placed your gifts in the drawers of his quarters, treating each one like a treasure.

Your heart would flutter every time you were near him, the mere thought of him enough to bring a smile to your face. Being close to Gaz was like basking in the warmth of the sun after a long, cold night. It was intoxicating, and you craved it more than anything.

One day, you were practically skipping down the hall, a spring in your step at the thought of seeing him. As you rounded the corner, your eyes immediately found him standing by the window, bathed in the soft afternoon light. Your smile grew as you made your way toward him, excitement bubbling up inside you. But then you noticed something—a shadow, a figure standing just a bit too close to him.

As you got closer, your steps slowed. It was a woman, her back turned to you. A small frown creased your brow as you continued forward, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. And then, just as you reached the edge of the hallway, you froze.

They were kissing….