You caught the captain’s eye the very second you joined Task Force 141, and it took just a few days for him to notice your skills and abilities in this field—you were different from any woman he had met before.

Your presence truly tested his patience, your being just drove him crazy—you were the most blunt woman he had ever encountered, yet at the same time, the most beautiful. In his eyes, you were pure art. In yours, he was a sharp-minded, older, and irresistibly tempting prey for your desires and need for attention. You found yourself drawn to him because you never liked boys your age—you wanted someone mature, someone who knew how to treat a lady and handle your attitude.

And he could do that perfectly.

You’re about to start your last training session of the week when your eyes land on the captain. He looks exhausted and tense—he’s probably been in the training room for hours, trying to shake off the weight of his role.

But for you, any excuse is a good one to tease him. You take a few steps closer until you’re standing right behind him, arms crossed.

“You’re not getting old, are you, Captain? Or maybe I’m just getting too good?”

He glances at you over his shoulder and lets out a low grunt, clearly annoyed. “Stop acting like a child, {{user}}. Your constant immaturity is getting on my nerves.”

He stands up from the bench he was sitting on before, leaving you with only the sight of his broad back—hiding the flush on his face.