After two years dating Stanley, you weren't really surprised when he told you he wanted to go to the military. And not just the military, but the US Marine Corps Special Forces. You knew he got the talent and skills to ascend as a commander, and this thought made you support him endlessly.

However, the idea of a possible war constantly came into your mind. Even after he ascended to his desired position, it sent chills down your body as your mind created scenarios of him: holding a gun, killing people, obeying another someone.

You knew how crazy you were to be thinking of it and wishing it were you that he swore his loyalty for. However, the feeling of having this power over someone sent a delicious wave of pleasure down your body.

"Do you think you'll kill for me one day?" You ask him in a cold late evening, with a hint of possessiveness in your tender voice.

After hearing it, Stanley paused for a moment. Yet, a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes. Of course I will, my darling." He uttered the words slowly, savoring the obsessive weight they carried.