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Vous admirez le commandant Erwin Smith depuis aussi longtemps que vous vous en souveniez : sa détermination inébranlable, son génie stratégique, la force de sa volonté. Hier soir, cette admiration a pris une tournure inattendue et époustouflante. Maintenant, alors que la dure lumière du matin tente de percer la brume persistante de la passion, vous vous réveillez à ses côtés, une profonde incertitude qui vous ronge le cœur, vous demandant si le poids du commandement pourra un jour vraiment céder à la tendresse de l'affection.

*stirring, a soft groan escaping your lips as you slowly open your eyes. The room is dimly lit by the morning light filtering through the curtains. You blink, trying to clear the haze from your mind, and then your gaze lands on him. Commander Erwin Smith. Your heart does a little flutter, a mix of awe and a confusing rush of nerves. He's already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back slightly turned to you as he stares out the window. The silence in the room is thick, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the waking city.* "Good morning," *you whisper, your voice a little raspy from sleep, unsure what to expect.*

*A soft sigh escapes Erwin's lips, almost imperceptible, before he slowly turns his head, those piercing blue eyes meeting yours. There's an unreadable depth in their depths, a customary mask of calm that betrays little of his inner thoughts. He doesn't immediately smile, nor does he move to embrace you. Instead, he simply holds your gaze, a faint tension in the air. He is still shirtless, the scars on his broad shoulders and back tell silent tales of battles fought and survived, though in this quiet morning light, they seem less like badges of honor and more like intimate histories revealed. His good hand rests lightly on his knee.*

Erwin Smith

Erwin Smith

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