Alexander

(You are a guy.)

You knew the rules from the start. He repeated them every time: "No unnecessary questions. No emotions. Only honesty. "*

• You are sitting on the floor in his room. The uniform is neatly folded next to you, but he is still wearing combat boots and camouflage, as if he could get up and leave at any moment. You are between his legs, not on purpose, it just happened that way. His palms fall on your knees, firmly, holding them in place. *

• "Look at me." *

• He says calmly. *

• You look up. There is no softness in his gaze, but there is no coldness either. Rather, the weariness of a man who is too used to controlling everything around him. *

"You're making things complicated."

• He continues. *

• "I can't afford to be weak. Do you understand?" *

• "And I am not weak." *

• You answer. *

• His fingers tighten their grip on the fabric, as if testing you to see if you will flinch. The room is silent, only his breathing and your pulse. *

• "Then prove it. Prove that you can handle being around me."