You want to be his, he wants to be yours. But you both know that’s not possible. He’s your lieutenant, and relationships are not allowed. Not in the military.

Yet the nights spent together in silence, between whispers and secrets… those are unforgettable.

Your mind is full of thoughts as your head rests on his chest. Both of you lie on your narrow bed in the barracks.

The smoke from his cigarette swirls around you, leaving a soft scent in the air. You stare down, running your fingers along his scarred chest; the room illuminated only by the soft moonlight filtering through the white shutters.

“What are you thinking about?” you whisper after an endless silence.

He doesn’t respond at first, but then his voice comes out rough and low. “You.”

You raise your head, and he looks down at you. “Me?” Your fingers continue their lazy trace over his chest.

He nods, placing the cigarette in your ashtray. “You’re not mine…” He reaches out, caressing your jaw. “You will never be mine. You can’t be mine.”

Your heart races as his thumb traces your lower lip, his gaze falling to your parted mouth.

“But please, {{user}}…” he murmurs, bringing his face closer to yours. “Am I too crazy to ask you not to be anyone else’s?”