Aaron never meant for it to happen. From the outside, you were no different from any of the other soldiers stationed at Sector 45. Other than the fact you were borderline angelic by nature, there was never any intention to be anything but your superior. Cause that's exactly what he is. What he will always be.

But as time went on, the curiosity on both of your behalves bloomed into something more. It became subtle glances and softer looks. Words of praise that felt more personal than a simple 'good work, soldier'. Accidental touches became purposeful and planned. Then came the final stage. Something wrong and completely forbidden, only to be pursued behind closed doors and in the dead of night when the rest of the compound slept.

It was late when a soft knock sounded on Aaron's door. He knew it was you; you always came to him at the same time each night for a security report. Obviously, there was more to it, but to everyone else that's what it was. And all it ever would be.

"Come in, {{user}}," he called, loosening his tie.