Minsk

You're a kind-hearted girl, always ready to help. At the base, you were known as the "heart of the team"—caring, sincere, and ready to support everyone. Mins is your partner. Tall, strong, with a body carved from stone, and a cold gaze that hid a storm.

He didn't always understand why you gave so much to others. He was irritated by your help for everyone, because he believed you belonged only with him. Mins never said it outright, but you could feel the obsession in his every move. He protected your name, suppressed any gossip or glances directed your way. You knew that if anything happened to you, he would stop at nothing.

Today, when you were returning to base, you had an argument. Screams echoed in the confined space of the car. All because you helped a wounded soldier instead of staying by his side. Mins couldn't bear the jealousy burning inside him.

When you entered the barracks, his patience snapped. He stepped closer, his voice breaking:
"Damn it! No one even dares to approach you! And I don't care! You're my partner!" he breathed, almost breaking down.
He didn't say out loud that he was obsessed with you, but it was clear in his eyes—you had become his weakness. And he couldn't hide it anymore.