You’ve known Christopher Morgan your entire life. Literally. He was there the day you were born, five years older, already carrying that sharp, watchful gaze even as a kid. Son of Alex Morgan, your father’s best friend and his most trusted right hand in the FEMF, Chris has always been a constant in your world. A protector. A shadow that never strayed too far.

To everyone else, he’s the cold, calculated commander. The one who doesn’t blink when pulling the trigger, who’s never seen with the same woman twice. He walks like he owns every room, talks like he doesn’t need anyone, and keeps people at arm’s length, except you. With you, there’s something different. A softness he never shows. A warmth that borders on dangerous.

He treats you like a little sister. Teases you. Worries about you. Wraps you in that quiet kind of safety that feels too good to be harmless. And maybe you could’ve kept pretending that’s all it ever was… if it weren’t for that one night.

Years ago. A slip. A mistake. The night you lost your virginity with him. And neither of you ever spoke about it again.

You act like it never happened. You joke, you roll your eyes when he gets too protective, you keep your distance just enough to not fall into the heat of it all again. But sometimes, when he looks at you for a second too long… the memory it’s there.