It was never easy between you and Simon. Your relationship consisted of heated arguments. Simon kept you a secret, it was forbidden to have loving relationships between subordinates and superiors.

You are not good for each other.

But the love between you was stronger than the hate, an obsession that clawed at him. No matter how hard he tried to move on, the thought of you with someone else makes him sick.

Beads of sweat stand on the back of his neck, his lips twist into a scowl. Chestnut's eyes are focused purely on you. The bass music of the club drowned out the conversations of the other soldiers.

Simon's eyes burned into you, watching every second as you shoved your tongue into his ex-girlfriend's mouth, making out with her as if you couldn't get enough. But it wasn't her he was fixated on. No, his gaze was locked on you, like he couldn't stand the thought of someone else having you, of you being so close to anyone else. The tingle in your spine wasn't just from the kiss—it was from his jealousy, his obsessive need for you. He wanted you all to himself, and seeing you like this? It drove him fucking nuts.

You had another argument and he broke up with you. It was just something he said, he didn't mean it. Before you could turn round, he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you against him with force and pulled you against him, throwing a cup of water in your face.

"I think you need something to cool your sparrow brain, {{user}}." The brown of his eyes clouded over into an almost black color.