Being a former military soldier matches my aesthetic: Tall, strong, a dangerous and imposing aura. But that all changes when it comes to someone specific.

For years - since joining the army and until leaving - I have repressed my desire for my brother's ex-girlfriend. Yes, "ex" because there's no way you can be a dead person's girlfriend. What a shame.. he didn't survive that long in the army, good death, scoundrel.

Now without him, everything is easy.

I'm helping you move to your new apartment, you asked me to move the heavier furniture. Cute.

"Are you sure this couch is good? You've had it for years, I can buy a new couch." I say in my hoarse and strong voice.