You have been transfert in a unit of the special operation department of the Kingdom of Kibel. The princess herself has recommended you to join this unit, led by what is being called the best soldier in the kingdom. Upon arrival at the unit's headquarters, you're led to the office of the unit's commander, Runia Lilliana. You knocked on the door.

"Hello recruit Mohanty. If you're done sucking up to me why don't you get in and find out what your real duty is?" she said with a light sneer on her lips, handing you some documents while motioning for you to enter the room. "Read this. We leave as soon as it gets dark."

She grinned slightly at your eagerness. "Very well then," she said as she rose to her feet and walked over to a desk where she picked up her cloak. Once it was on, she moved back to you, offering her hand. "Let's go." There was a newfound spark in her eyes that you couldn't quite place the source of.

She glanced sideways at you out of the corner of her eye, looking slightly amused. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked bluntly as you placed your hand on her waist. Your touch was unexpected and somewhat unwelcome; Runia was more used to being treated with respectful distance by those under her command.

"Nothing," you replied, immediately withdrawing your hand back to your side as if nothing had happened. "I-I mean... I'm sorry."

Her lips twitched at your apology. "I see," she said dryly, though it was clear her reaction wasn't quite what you expected. Her expression softened slightly and she offered you a small smile. "It's alright. Just... try not to get too distracted on our mission."

She took the lead again, guiding you out of the headquarters and towards their waiting transport. The night air was cool against your skin, and you could see stars twinkling in the sky above. It seemed like they were headed for the border region where rebels had been spotted recently.

"The mission is to infiltrate the rebel camp undetected, locate their leader, and take them down," she explained as she helped you climb into the transport. "I'll handle reconnaissance, while you and Private Smith stay close to me. We need to stick together."

"Very well," she said simply as she settled into her seat and buckled up. "Let's hope we can get this over with quickly and quietly." A brief frown crossed her face, but it disappeared almost instantly, leaving behind the same cold, dispassionate expression she usually wore.

The transport soon reached their destination, landing near a thick line of trees close to the rebel camp perimeter. Runia nodded towards one of her comrades, who began unloading supplies from the back before quickly disappearing into the night. "Follow me," she whispered, leading you and Private Smith through the darkness towards the camp.

Their progress was slow and methodical, as they avoided any patrolling rebels. You could hear the faint sounds of voices and fires nearby, but for the most part, it seemed like everyone was busy or distracted. As you approached the center of the camp, Runia motioned for you to stay behind a large rock while she continued forward on her own.

Her figure disappeared into the darkness, moving with practiced ease through the shadows until she reached what appeared to be a meeting area where several tents were clustered together. Peering cautiously around the edge of the rock, you watched as Runia silently crept towards one of the tents before disappearing inside.

She didn't hear you, but the urge to reassure herself was strong enough that she sent a silent thought towards you instead. "Just keep an eye out for me."

The interior of the tent flickered briefly as a spell was cast; the silence that followed seemed almost deafening. A figure stumbled out of the tent and collapsed to the ground, a gurgling sound escaping their lips. Runia emerged from the tent moments later, her expression grim but satisfied. "It's done," she whispered as she rejoined you and Private Smith at the base of the rock.

Before you could react, she reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. "Good work tonight," she said softly, her gaze meeting yours for the first time since entering the camp. There was an undeniable warmth in her eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

"Later," she replied curtly, not moving her hand from your shoulder. "We need to get back and report in." With that, she turned her attention back to Private Smith, giving them instructions on how to proceed. As you followed Runia through the darkened forest back towards their transport, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of attraction and admiration for her.

She didn't notice your preoccupation with her, too caught up in leading the mission and ensuring everyone stayed safe. But as the night wore on and you continued to follow her back to their base, a strange warmth spread through her chest whenever she glanced at you from the corner of her eye. Something about this new recruit was stirring emotions inside her that she had never experienced before.

Upon returning to headquarters, they received high praise for their successful mission and quick reaction time. After turning in their reports and resuming their duties, Runia found herself seeking excuses to spend more time with you. The more she interacted with you, the more she found herself drawn to your quiet strength and unwavering loyalty.

It wasn't long before these feelings began to conflict with her usual cool, detached demeanor; she struggled to maintain control over her emotions around you, wanting nothing more than to reveal the truth of how she felt. But at the same time, she was afraid of losing your respect or worse, damaging the trust that had been built up within their unit since your arrival.

You couldn't help but wonder about her feelings as well. The way she acts around you is unlike anything she's done with anyone else in the past. There must be something special between you two, despite the distance she tries to keep between them. Perhaps someday soon...

With every moment you spend together, the tension between you grows more intense. It's becoming increasingly difficult for her to hide her feelings any longer; she finds herself lost in your gaze, yearning for the courage to reveal everything to you. But at the same time, there's always that nagging fear of ruining what they have by taking such a huge risk. She wishes she knew how to navigate these unfamiliar waters without causing more harm than good...

Her heart races as she waits for you to say something, anything. The wine in her glass trembles slightly as she takes another sip, needing the liquid courage to be honest with herself and with you. She glances at your lips, remembering how they felt against hers during that moment outside the rebel camp...

Her gaze snaps back up to meet yours, determination welling within her. "Akankshaa," she begins quietly, using your name for the first time in private, "I need to tell you something." Her voice is shaky but resolute, and she takes another swallow of wine before continuing. "The feelings I've had since our mission together... they aren't just duty-bound respect. There's more there..." She pauses, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or confusion.

You don't say anything, but the warmth in your gaze tells her everything she needs to know. With a deep breath, she leans forward, hands shaking as they hover just inches from your face. "I-I like you, Akankshaa," she stutters softly. "More than I should... more than anyone else..." Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, and for the first time since becoming a commander, she feels truly vulnerable.

Her lips part slightly as you lean in, your warm breath tickling her ear. She feels a shiver run down her spine at the sensation and, overcome with emotion, lets out a soft moan into your kiss. Her hands slide up to grip your shoulders tightly, pulling herself closer still as their tongues dance together in an erotic rhythm that leaves them both breathless.

She can feel the arousal building inside her, and the thought of exploring this newfound passion with you further only serves to make her more desperate for release. With a sharp intake of breath, she grinds her hips against your erection, feeling its length and hardness through their clothing.

She breaks away from the kiss long enough to look into your eyes, seeking permission for what she wants next. The heat in those dark pools tells her everything she needs to know; she returns her focus to your lips, pressing herself even closer as they kiss hungrily, their need for one another becoming more and more urgent with each passing moment.

Her back arches off the couch as you touch her breasts and nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She moans loudly into your kiss, pushing herself further against your hand. With a sharp yelp, she breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as you continue to tease her sensitive flesh.

"Please..." she gasps out between pants, "I need... I need more." Her hips buck up off the couch again, grinding against your hand in desperation. She pulls at your clothes, determined to feel your skin against hers and to taste your arousal on her tongue.

Your touch is driving her wild; she arches into your palms, moaning loudly as you pinch and caress her sensitive nipples. Her hips buck and writhe beneath your hands, seeking friction against your clothes as she tries to relieve the ache building between her legs. She groans into your mouth, tasting herself on your lips as their tongues dance together in a frenzy of desire.

She breaks away from the kiss long enough to grab the hem of your shirt and yank it over your head, revealing your toned torso and rigid nipples. Her fingers tease at them, circling and pinching as she moans louder with each touch. She pulls you down onto her, their bodies now bare and flush against one another; the sensation is almost too much to bear.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you thrust roughly inside her. The feeling is overwhelming, her body pulsing around you in rhythm with the need that consumes them both. She moans and curses your name, each syllable a plea for more as she comes undone beneath you. Your fingers moving in and out of her tight channel send waves of ecstasy coursing through her body, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensations you're creating within her.

With one last desperate cry, she arches off the couch and comes violently, her muscles tensing as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through her. She clings to you, legs locked around your waist as her orgasm finally begins to fade, leaving them both breathless and satiated. But even as their bodies cool down from the heat of passion, there's an undeniable longing between them; a need for each other that goes far deeper than just physical desire.

As the aftershocks subside and they come back to reality, Runia looks up at you with newfound understanding in her eyes. "I... I love you," she whispers, embarrassed by the confession but unable to hold it back any longer. She awaits your reaction with bated breath, unsure of what the future holds for them now that their secret is out.

Her eyes widen as your wet fingers push into her mouth, filling it with the taste of herself. It's a shockingly erotic sensation that sends shivers down her spine, and she lets out a muffled moan around them. Your thrusts grow deeper and harder now, driving you both toward another climax. Her legs tighten around your waist in anticipation, drawing you closer still as the two of you move together in perfect sync.

As her orgasm crashes over her once more, she gasps around your fingers, arching off the couch and meeting your eyes with a look of pure ecstasy. You groan as she convulses around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your engorged length. The feeling is almost too much to bear; it takes all of her self-control not to beg for more. But even as the aftershocks begin to fade away, she knows that this moment is about more than just physical satisfaction; it's a joining of souls that goes far deeper than either of them had ever imagined possible.

Her vision begins to blur from exhaustion and pleasure, and she can feel herself slipping into oblivion as your hips steady and the pace of your thrusts slows. Her grip on you loosens slightly, but only enough for you to pull out with a satisfied grunt before collapsing onto the couch next to her, panting heavily. The silence that falls between them is not awkward or uncomfortable; it's filled with contentment and understanding. For now, they can just bask in each other's company and enjoy the sweet release of a secret finally laid bare.

As Runia drifts off to sleep, her last thought is how lucky she feels to have found you amidst all the chaos. It seems like fate brought you

Tonight was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. The passion, the honesty... it all seemed so surreal. And yet, as she drifts off to sleep in his arms, she knows that this moment is real, and so is her love for him. Despite their uncertain future together, she vows to cherish every second they have together, making sure not a single one goes by without showing him how truly special he is to her.