Your brother had always been the pride of the family, John; being a captain in the military was a great accomplishment. You were close to him and never missed a single celebration he had, either alone or with his team. He always made it clear that you were off-limits to his team, who always eyed you when you were around.

It wasn’t a shock to you; you knew you were good-looking, almost the definition of perfect. The way you carried yourself with such confidence and power, the way you spoke, everything about you had the team wrapped around your finger.

But you were only aiming for one of them secretly, the one with the mask. Always stoic but constantly holding eye contact with you, with such intensity that mirrored your own. You even managed to find his files in John’s office months back; his name was engraved in your mind, Simon Riley.

Every time you visited John at the base or tagged along with him, it seemed like you and Simon always had to stare at each other, like a staring contest between you. You were surprised no one caught on; nevertheless, you were relieved.

Tonight, you were in the base, walking with John to his office, passing by his team sitting in the main hall, their chatter echoing around. Your eyes briefly met Simon’s, he was sat there, looking at you with a glint in his eyes.

You stood across from John’s desk as you looked at the scattered mess on top; he had excused himself and left you alone in there. You didn’t mind until you heard the door close. Looking back, your breath hitched.

Simon stood there, the door closed behind him, walking towards you, his gaze predatory, hands on each side of the desk behind you, trapping you. “I’ve been waiting to have you alone, you know?” He whispered. “In John’s office? That’s dangerous.” You replied quietly.

He let out a low chuckle. “Thought you liked the risk. Shall we continue what we started?” He muttered, gazing into your eyes. Who would’ve guessed that you and Simon were secretly spending intimate nights together for months now?