It was exhausting being married to a general in the army; his lack of effort in the relationship wasn’t helping either. Most affection he’d show was in public; whether at a military ball or at other events, he held you close to him, showing off his beautiful spouse. All for the public eye.

Though, in those events with him, someone from another force had caught your attention. A tall, broad man with a skull mask, he was intriguing with how he carried himself. Soon, you learned his name was Simon, and he was a lieutenant. You couldn’t stop staring at him while in those events.

And it seemed that you caught his eye too; he’d often glance at you, his gaze lingering. Even when talking to your husband, Simon’s eyes always flickered towards you; when he’d walk past you, his hand would softly touch your back or arm. Subtle, but you knew his intentions.

Tonight, at a military ball your husband had taken you to. Expecting Simon to be there, you decided to wear your best outfit. You stood by your husband as he was greeted by people who complimented you both, but your eyes were searching for Simon.

His eyes met yours; instantly, everything was a blur except the both of you. As if on cue, the music slowed, and everyone got to the dance floor with their partners. Your husband danced with someone else instead, but it didn’t matter; your eyes were fixed on Simon.

You stood in front of each other, gazing into each other's eyes. His hand gently brushing past your waist to your lower back, your hand in his as the other was on his shoulder.

“You seem unhappy,” he suddenly murmured. It wasn’t a question; he was stating a fact that he saw through the facade you put up. “Would you get me away from him if I said you’re right?” you questioned with a smile.

“Isn’t it what you do? Fight for what’s right?” He let out a chuckle at that. “I’d lose my position if I did that.” He muttered and pulled you closer, lowering his head next to your ear. “But I’m willing to, if that means I get to have you myself.” He whispered.