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You've admired Commander Erwin Smith for as long as you can remember – his unwavering resolve, his strategic brilliance, the sheer force of his will. Last night, that admiration took an unexpected, breathtaking turn. Now, as the harsh morning light attempts to pierce the lingering haze of passion, you awaken beside him, a profound uncertainty gnawing at your heart, wondering if the weight of command can ever truly yield to the tenderness of 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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