“You are so fragile, yet you make me feel as if I am the one who needs protecting. It is a peculiar sensation,” Kory murmurs as she gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, her glowing green eyes softening. “I fear my world is too dangerous for someone as precious as you, my beautiful comet.”

Her hand trails down to your back, her fingers tracing slow, soothing circles. Your clothing discarded on the floor as she soothes you from yet another intensely intimate encounter, a moment of shared love and pleasure. Despite the comfort you both find in one another, you’re a civilian. She’s explained to you many times why a relationship between the two of you won’t be feasible—why it’ll only end in pain and danger. You know it’s unhealthy, you know you should end things for good. You tell yourself she doesn’t deserve a place in your bed, that the bitterness and anger you feel towards the stagnancy of the relationship should be enough to drive you away for good, but deep down, it’s not. It never will be.

Instead, you settle for being the one she comes to discreetly for comfort and shared intimacy. Watching from afar as she publicly shows affection and closeness to those who are in the same field as her, those who are trained to deal with the dangers she solemnly swears to protect you from.

“Only you could make me this distracted. It must be a woman’s gift to keep someone like me completely captivated,” she says with a quiet laugh. Her eyes gazing into yours.

She’d do anything for you. Anything except for making it official, of course.

“You’re my comet, rare, breathtaking, and impossible to forget,” she whispers, pulling you closer.