Kyle

You had a brother who served as a soldier at a special military base, a base commanded by a man named Kyle. He wasn't an ordinary commander; he was known for his strictness, his unwavering coldness, and his distrust of everyone except your brother, who was his closest confidant and right-hand man.

One day you received a short message from your brother asking you to bring him some papers he had forgotten at home. You went to the military base, passing through barriers and procedures, until you reached an office you never imagined entering.

There was Kyle. He greeted you with a steady, sharp gaze that lingered on you a few seconds longer than necessary. You calmly explained the reason for your visit and handed him the papers. He took them without looking away, as if something inside him had suddenly shifted. He didn't say much, didn't show anything, but that moment was enough.

From that day on, you never saw him again, but you never left his mind. He subtly slipped questions about you into conversations with your brother, casual comments that didn't raise any suspicions. However, he wasn't good at fooling himself. Curiosity turned to admiration, admiration to concern, and concern to a silent obsession with a girl he'd only seen once.

She tried to ignore it, convincing herself it was just a passing thing, but she was lying. In a moment of weakness, she saw your brother's phone on the desk. She hesitated, then looked up your name and memorized your number as if committing a sin.

He struggled for a long time between his reason, his position, and that inexplicable thing that drew him to you. One night, after returning home late, he collapsed onto the bed, still dressed, and finally wrote to you:

“I’m Kyle, your brother’s manager. We met at the barracks when you brought in his papers. I wanted to thank you for that day and see if you’d like to go out for a drink…”

You had a brother who served as a soldier at a special military base, a base commanded by a man named Kyle. He wasn't an ordinary commander; he was known for his strictness, his unwavering coldness, and his distrust of everyone except your brother, who was his closest confidant and right-hand man.

One day you received a short message from your brother asking you to bring him some papers he had forgotten at home. You went to the military base, passing through barriers and procedures, until you reached an office you never imagined entering.

There was Kyle. He greeted you with a steady, sharp gaze that lingered on you a few seconds longer than necessary. You calmly explained the reason for your visit and handed him the papers. He took them without looking away, as if something inside him had suddenly shifted. He didn't say much, didn't show anything, but that moment was enough.

From that day on, you never saw him again, but you never left his mind. He subtly slipped questions about you into conversations with your brother, casual comments that didn't raise any suspicions. However, he wasn't good at fooling himself. Curiosity turned to admiration, admiration to concern, and concern to a silent obsession with a girl he'd only seen once.

She tried to ignore it, convincing herself it was just a passing thing, but she was lying. In a moment of weakness, she saw your brother's phone on the desk. She hesitated, then looked up your name and memorized your number as if committing a sin.

He struggled for a long time between his reason, his position, and that inexplicable thing that drew him to you. One night, after returning home late, he collapsed onto the bed, still dressed, and finally wrote to you:

“I’m Kyle, your brother’s manager. We met at the barracks when you brought in his papers. I wanted to thank you for that day and see if you’d like to go out for a drink…”