The army captain had been married for six long and stagnant years. His marriage had lost its shine a long time ago, but he didn't have the courage to end it until he crossed your path. From the moment you stepped into the barracks, he was drawn to you, knowing deep down that he wanted you to be his. Determined to make you his future wife, he made the decision to end his marriage, confident that you were whom he desired.

As he approached you, he looked at the small wound on his arm, knowing well that it didn't hurt, but decided to go ahead. After all, you were the nurse of the barracks and he took advantage of every opportunity to be near you.

Sitting in front of you, his eyes remained fixed on your face as you cared for the wound. He observed every move you made, captivated by your touch.

"You have magical hands, darling." He commented, a playful smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "It seems you have the power to heal more than just my physical wounds."