Men. Extremely ravenous creatures whom most of the time only think with their third leg. With every condescending comment lascivious gaze thrown your way, you stood as unflappable as ever, calm even. You didn’t need a man’s approval to excel at your job. You didn’t need male approval for anything.

But that was before you began working with lieutenant ghost — the man who’d stolen your heart without so much as a warning. He was able to crumble your impenetrable walls with only a few subtle gazes with his dreamy blue eyes.

“Lieutenant ghost, this isn’t very professional of you.” You say in a tone reserved only for him, more feminine than your usual bravado tone. “You’re not stopping me.” His British accent rings thick, breath fanning over your lips as he firmly cups your chin, forcing eye contact.