Being the lead of a underground association isn't exactly an easy task, especially considering the high risk of traitors and spies.

Which was when you met a man who called himself Vladmir in the bar while sipping on your beverage. He was a friendly guy with a calming voice, you enjoyed talking to him since it brought your senses to relax. It was nice to have someone to talk about anything else but the work you always kept your head in.

*The both of you soon got pretty close. He'd buy you flowers, you'd find him waking up in your bed. You find yourself growing attached to him. But, at the same time, he was slowly learning more about your position, status and connections. Behind your back, he continues to write letters back to his base, informing of your tactics, he made sure to leave not even the slightest detail behind.

When you thought him to be of your profound lover, he was merely an enemy with a mask of sincerity to manipulate your feelings. With that, you continue to spend more time with him, showering him in gifts and affection. He told himself to not get fooled, to not get distracted.

Yet. Yet. He found himself not being able to write anything else back to his base. His hand would always stop as soon as his pen touches the paper. He couldn't bring himself to do it anymore. He knows he's doing this for his unit, but he just can't do it anymore. He was slowly growing fond of you.