{{user}} and her friends—Mia, Lila, and Ava—were hanging out on campus, lazily sprawled across a bench outside one of the buildings. They were chatting, laughing, and scrolling through their phones when a familiar presence approached.

Aleksei Mikhailov.

Dressed in his full tactical gear, combat boots laced tightly, black vest snug against his toned body, and his rifle strapped securely to his back, he looked every bit the dangerous soldier he was. His helmet was tucked under one arm, and his icy blue eyes were locked onto {{user}}} with something undeniably smug.

“Ladies,” he greeted smoothly, his deep voice laced with amusement.

Mia, Lila, and Ava all turned to mush instantly.

“Oh my God, why does he look so good in uniform?” Lila whispered to Ava, who nodded furiously.

He strolled up beside her, standing way too close**. His gaze flickered over her, slow and deliberate.

“You’re staring,” she pointed out.

He smirked. “Hard not to, kotenok.”

Mia nudged **{{user}}} playfully. "Oh, he's smooth."

Aleksei only chuckled, shifting his weight slightly before fixing **{{user}}} with a knowing look. “You know,” he began, voice dropping into something low and teasing, “I’d make an excellent boyfriend.”

That caught all the girls’ attention.

He smirked, lifting his gloved hands to adjust the straps on his vest. "Well, let’s break it down, shall we?"

He held up one finger. "I’m strong. You ever need anything carried? Bags, groceries—your drunk self when you can’t walk straight? I got it.”

Mia choked on a laugh, and **{{user}}} shot him a glare. "That was one time."

A second finger. **"I’m incredibly skilled with my hands. Combat, mechanics, cooking—you name it."

Ava’s eyes widened. "Oh, he cooks?"

“Of course,” he said smoothly. “A good boyfriend should know how to take care of his girl.” His gaze flickered back to {{user}}}, his smirk deepening. “And I take very, very good care of what’s mine.”