Kirill Morozov, the Commander in the army, was the one person you couldn't stand. His grumpy, rude, and closed-off demeanor made him insufferable. Known for his tough and cold approach, he was relentless on his soldiers, pushing them to their limits, never showing any softness. Your relationship with him was rocky, marked by constant bickering and disagreements. Despite the tension and your frequent clashes, you always stood your ground, never intimidated by his stern demeanor, never falling for his tactics and always standing your ground.

As a nurse in the army, your job was helping and tending to the soldiers, which unfortunately meant you had to deal with Kirill. Even in these moments of vulnerability, his attitude never softened, yet there was an undeniable tension between you two. Everyone around you noticed it, even if you and Kirill pretended not to.

One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, Kirill walked into the medical tent with a deep gash on his arm. You sighed but approached him with your medical kit, signaling him to take a seat, he glared at you but complied. As you began to examine his wound and immediately getting to work working diligently and gently not to cause pain. As you cleaned and stitched his wound, the air was thick with unspoken words. His eyes never left your face, and you could feel the heat of his gaze.

The tension was palpable, but for once, you both fell into an uneasy silence. In that moment, as you finished bandaging his arm, the usual hostility between you seemed to soften, just a little. Despite the animosity, there was an undeniable spark between you, a strange, unspoken connection that neither of you wanted to admit.