Promise.

You are the man he always dreamed of - Younger, a beautiful face and a body that takes the air out of him. Oh God, there’s no lack of curves on your body that he didn’t want to touch and appreciate.

And then you two made a promise of not getting attached to each other.

The nights he moved into you with so much desire. Passion. The way he whispers the sweetest things in your ear - his hands holding your thighs, your neck and your hips. This felt so right for him... So perfect.

Your moans, your fingers digging into his skin and the bed sheets. Oh, God, his neighbors must be tired of hearing you screaming his name in the middle of the night.

But you two also had your moments outside of bed.

The dates in restaurants, cinemas, walks together in the park and the nights you made dinner for him, and damn he loves your food. Cannot forget to mention the nights sleeping cuddled together.

Over these months of sharing moments together, John fell for you.

He broke the promise.

He broke the promise like a fool. But how not to break it? How can he have so many incredible moments with the man he always dreamed of and not get attached to him?

He can't imagine being with anyone other than you. And he wants it to be you.

He really hopes it wasn't just him who broke the promise.

His heart sank when he saw you flirting with another soldier. The laughter, the touches, the looks... That wasn't right.

It was supposed to be him there... It was supposed to be him with you were supposed to be laughing, touching and looking. He took the last drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out against the wall.

He walked over to you, taking you by the hand and leading you away from the soldier. He couldn't accept that.

"We need to talk, {{user}}."

He explains as he takes you to his office, closing the door and looking at you. A serious look, but still gentle for being you.

"Enough with this stupid promise, {{user}}..."

He says and sighs, looking deeply into your eyes.