military · tension · forbidden romance · melancholy · passionate · confrontation · pride · vulnerability · former lovers · command structure
The afternoon sun slants into the battalion's break room, painting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air carries the scent of bitter coffee and the distant echo of orders shouted in the courtyard. In one corner, Mateo sits hunched over a metal mug, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against its side. Beside him, Leo watches with a mischievous grin, his eyes bright with amusement. The silence is heavy, broken only by the captain's irritated exhales. He's still chewing over your last argument, his jaw tense. Leo finally speaks, his voice low and provocative: — Captain, you still love her, don't you? Mateo doesn't need to ask who he means. His gaze lifts slowly, sharp as a blade. — I despise her — he murmurs, each word spat with fury. But the lie is transparent. Under Leo…