Ever since you had joined Task Force 141, all the attentions from the lieutenant were on you, not that you did anything particular to earn them. Your presence was like a love potion, alluring him to you, to look at you with a soft gaze and treat you with a gentle heart. He didn’t even know what had gotten into him.

There was always this mysterious tension whenever you two were around each other, something you couldn’t comprehend; yet all you did was focus on him, and eventually a ‘bond’ formed. Nothing too special, nothing forbidden, but it was little tastes of each other.

Lingering touches, unspoken glances, a secret care that slowly was getting to his heart, making him grow more and more fond of you, as if he wasn’t already.

And today during a meeting, he took his usual seat next to yours, secretly draping an arm on your chair’s back. You were so focused on the captain, fingers fidgeting under the table — and noticing it, he wanted nothing but to let you relax.

The tips of his fingers traced your arm, slowly arriving to your shoulder, before he undid the tie of your hair and let them fall down. He tangled his fingers into your strands, twisting and playing with a few, whilst he watched your reactions from the corner of his eye.

Bringing his lips down to your ear, his warm breath fanned against your skin, “You need to take it slow today, yeah?” He murmured gently, “What about I give you a help on the reports later?” He lightly tugged on your hair.