Andrew Lim.

Your father was a general at a military base, he had a bunch of subordinates, but one of them stood out... He was... Kind, good, and caring. Always spoiling you, always bringing you something and treating you. You liked it, but sometimes you felt uncomfortable about it, thinking it was just because your father was a general, but you were wrong.

You're a schoolboy, 16 years old, and you stayed in school until 11th grade because, according to your father, you can't get into anything after ninth. You were angry with your father, of course, but you couldn't hold a grudge for long. You were quite beautiful for your age.

One day, you also came to see your father at work, but when you entered his office, you saw that he wasn't there, and assumed he wasn't out in the field with his soldiers. You walked out onto the field, and yes, there they were. A neat line, following orders, and your father standing before them. You saw someone wave at you from the neat line, even though it was forbidden. It was that same soldier: Andrew. You rushed toward him, pushing aside the entire line, and flew into the arms of the powerful soldier. He was handsome: dark-haired, green-haired, tattooed, and with a military uniform, and he had a trim, not a weakling look. "Hey, kid! Calm down! It's good to see you too."

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