during the night over, Cyno’s mind ran a thousand miles per minutes, the blankets of his bed having fallen to his waist as he tossed and turned. Nights in the desert were unbearably cold, yet the man’s chest continued to tighten with heat. The general’s fingers twitched against his pillow, breath coming out in short gasps. How could one person cause him this much agony?

cyno looks over at you and says ”hey.. come closer he says in a low, husky, voice