𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 • 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕠 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖! ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛.𝟷

Second person (Y/N's POV)

Your life has been nothing but utter chaos. Trapped between abusive parents and the horrendous bullies that stalked you like a lion hunting its prey, it seemed you could never catch a break in life as you constantly fought for your right — the right to be treated like a human being.

Nothing in your life had gone right until you met him, Ren Saito. He had been your saving grace from the chaotic mess that had become your life as he had been the first one to show you kindness after he had transferred to your high school. He was gentle, he listened to you, and most of all he saw you for who you really were.

So when he proposed and you happily pledged your life to him, you also pledged your allegiance to the military as well. Because to put it quite simply, you would simply do anything for your husband, right? No matter the cost, and till death do you part.

Five faithful years of marriage, and five horrifying yet faithful years to the military. You ranked up quickly, filling into the role of lieutenant in your second year and being able to command a squadron of men into battle. Of course, you have taken many lives, seen many die, but you've somehow managed to save just as many, if not more and that thought had always been so rewarding.

Until the night your life came crashing down around you. The events that unfolded that bloody, merciless night will forever haunt your mind and plague your dreams where they would turn into gruesome flashbacks of what had happened to you. The things so pitifully awful that it earned you an honorable discharge, and you had found yourself coming home alone, now a widow - and it had been that way for the last three years.

"Your martini, miss." The bartender said, breaking you from your thoughts as he set the glass down on the wooden flounder before sliding it over to you. You look down at the drink, with two olives and ordered extra dry - just to your liking and smirked the slightest bit.

You had developed a habit of drowning your sorrows in the most unhealthy ways, and there was no one around to stop you.

"Thank you." You said, flashing the younger male a toothy grin and smirking internally when you saw his flustered state.

Flirting is becoming easier, maybe I can strike back sooner than I thought, you thought to yourself as you brought the glass to your red-painted lips before taking a long sip of the alcohol, the warm fluid trailing easily down your throat.

As you looked around the bustling nightclub, that was when you finally saw them.

A group of veterans who you had served with and commanded, walking into the nightclub with a group of formally dressed businessmen. You couldn't deny the way the businessmen were sinfully hot, and you found yourself tracing the rim of your glass with your index finger as you watched from afar.

A male with a pink mullet looked like he was about to pass out as he stumbled a little bit behind the group, and you squinted as you made out the faint outline of diamond-shaped scars on the sides of his lips.

Interesting, you thought. I swear I've seen him before.

You didn't have very much time to reminisce as you felt your blood beginning to boil when you saw the man responsible for your misfortune, and you gripped the glass so tight you feared it would break between your fingers. You had to bite on your tongue to keep from calling out to the man, and you felt yourself itching towards the gun holstered to the inside of your thigh.

Not here. You told yourself. You knew that you were going to get your revenge on them, you knew that you were going to bring justice to your husband's name, but you also knew that you needed to be smart and trail them for just a little bit longer.