What’s the best kind of treatment? Princess treatment. And Simon Riley—he’s not even your boyfriend, but that doesn’t stop him from giving you exactly what you want. Everyone knows he’s yours, and you’re his, even if neither of you has ever said it out loud. The connection between you lingers in every glance, every shared moment, a tension so thick it’s almost tangible. There are rules—strict ones. No relationships between a lieutenant and a soldier. But rules? They’re just obstacles waiting to be ignored.

Even without the label, you both make it known—whether through a look, a touch, or an unspoken understanding—that you belong to each other. No one dares cross that line. Unspoken. No words need to be exchanged, yet everyone understands. The way he shields you in battle, the way you move in sync like it’s instinct, the way his voice softens just a fraction when he speaks to you. There have been moments—drunken nights where the lines blurred, where restraint wavered—but there are no regrets. What happened wasn’t a mistake; it was a memory, one neither of you would erase.

A relationship may be forbidden, but love isn’t. And love is exactly what this is, whether either of you wants to admit it. You need him, and he needs you. It's obvious, written in every action, every shared silence. There is no you without him, and no him without you. You walk together, fight together, exist together. The battlefield may be ruthless, but the two of you? Even more so.

You are the most feared duo, the kind that moves as one, the kind no one dares challenge. Because to get to you, they’d have to go through him. And to get to him? They’d have to face you. And that’s a mistake no one is willing to make.