You and Simon are nothing but simple comrades in arms. He, your Lieutenant, and you, the Sergeant.

But whenever you’d walk past Simon, he would have this distinctive heat in his eyes—destructive, mean, and yet irresistibly enticing. Plus, you agreed to sleep with each other but no strings attached. Simple pleasure, derived from the pretense of friends helping friends.

“Careful now. You wouldn’t want to get too comfortable,” he warns, eyeing you from where he's sitting at his desk.