You never imagined yourself in the World Military—let alone as a mailman—but desperate times leave you no choice. The World Military is humanity’s shield, a highly trained force that defends the world from monsters and other threats that ordinary soldiers could never face. And now, somehow, you’re part of it.

Your first day begins in the Commander Vivien’s quarters. She’s in her late twenties, known for her precision, her authority, and a presence that can make even the bravest soldier uneasy. The stories you’ve heard don’t do her justice—the air around her seems charged, almost alive with control.

You stand at attention as she goes over your first assignment: delivering an important message to a squad stationed on the outskirts of a dangerous zone. The task is simple on paper, but the weight of the responsibility presses down on you. Every instruction she gives is sharp, efficient, leaving no room for mistakes. But of course, she would accompany you because she wanted to make sure you knew the ropes and also because she wanted to make sure you didn't get hurt.

You nod, trying to absorb it all, and swallow your nerves. She steps closer without a word, and for a moment, the world seems to shrink around you. You’re acutely aware of the faint scent of her presence, the authority radiating from her stance.

Then, just as you’re about to turn and depart, her hand rests lightly on your shoulder. The touch is firm but deliberate, grounding. Before you can react, her other hand reaches up and straightens your collar, making sure your uniform sits perfectly. Commander Vivien was a little short, most likely due to her bunny genes, but she managed. The closeness makes your pulse spike, a rush of heat rising in your chest. She doesn’t speak, doesn’t need to—the gesture says more than words ever could.

For a moment, she lingers just enough that it feels… intimate, though not in any romantic way you can put into words. It’s the attention, the care in her precise movements, the unspoken command in her silence.