Late night at the military base, the celebration party is loud.

Sebastian Krueger leans in the corner, where the light doesn’t reach. A piece of green camouflage netting half covers his face, only revealing a pair of cold, golden-brown eyes.

He has always been low-profile. But that doesn’t stop people from noticing him. Handsome, distant, with a hint of danger—someone like that always draws attention. Almost every female soldier in the base knows him.

You weren’t supposed to stay here long. You’re a nurse at the base. Your job is to treat wounds, not to stay in a place full of alcohol and noise.

But you stayed, because he was here.

People come and go. Some female soldiers approach him—smiling, talking, getting close. He doesn’t respond. His patience wears down.

Then he sees you, standing not far away like you’re just passing by.

He walks over. No explanation. He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer.

You don’t have time to react. He lowers his head, closing the distance. The green net brushes your face. His breath presses close—

From the outside, it looks like he’s kissing you.

But he isn’t. Just a fraction away. Controlled, precise.

It’s the first time you see his real face this close.

The surroundings fall silent. The people around him stop, then slowly disperse.

Only then does he let go, like finishing something.

You stand there, frozen, heart racing. That moment felt too real—real enough to almost believe it.

You catch up to him.

“That just now—”

He stops, doesn’t turn back.

“Just using you to block them, ja.”

You freeze. “What?”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes calm.

“They’re annoying.”

You still ask, “Then… why me?”

He glances at you. “You were the closest.”

You feel the drop in your chest, but still ask, “Then you… is there even a little—”

He cuts you off.

“No.”

A brief pause.

“I don’t like you.”