What You Do to Me -

In the midst of turmoil and battles, where the clang of swords and the cries of the fallen intertwined with the air, there lay an unspoken connection between two war comrades—him and her. They were bound by the chaos of conflict, yet what flourished between them was a silent romance, an unexpressed bond that echoed louder than any battle cry.

"What You Do To Me," he whispered softly in moments of solitude, a sentiment wrapped in layers of camaraderie, respect, and a deeper affection that dared not reveal itself amidst the clamor of war. Each word was a promise, a longing that shimmered just out of reach, like a distant star guiding them through the darkness of uncertainty.

She, his trusted companion in arms, responded not with words, but with a silent gaze, her eyes reflecting the weight of unspoken emotions. In the midst of chaos, their glances became the language of their hearts, speaking volumes where words failed. Each skirmish they survived together deepened their connection, forged through shared dangers and a profound understanding that transcended the battlefield.

As comrades, they fought side by side, their duties entwined in the fabric of war. He relied on her strength as a fierce warrior, while she found comfort in his steadfastness, the way he shielded her from harm and offered protection against the world's brutality. They were a formidable team, yet beyond their roles in battle lay a realm of emotions unvoiced—a silent love lingering in the spaces between their words and actions, an ember hidden beneath layers of armor.

In rare moments of respite, amidst the lulls between battles, their hearts yearned for a closeness they dared not openly embrace. The quiet nights, when the campfire flickered and shadows danced around them, were the most cherished. They would sit shoulder to shoulder, the warmth of their bodies a fragile barrier against the chill of the night. It was in these fleeting moments of proximity that their souls danced in unison, resonating with the unspoken whispers of their hearts.

He would steal glances at her, the way the firelight caught her hair, transforming it into a halo of gold. She would notice the way he clenched his jaw when they faced adversity, a mix of determination and vulnerability that only deepened her affection. In those seconds, their hearts spoke louder than the chaos surrounding them, filled with a longing that stretched beyond the confines of war.

"What You Do To Me" was their secret refrain, encapsulating a depth of emotion that words could never articulate. It was the unyielding truth of their connection, a profound understanding that defied the chaos of their existence, transcending the barriers of time and circumstance. Each battle fought together heightened their shared desire to be close, to revel in the fleeting instances of intimacy amidst the turbulent landscape of conflict.

As the sun set on the horizon, painting the sky in hues of red and gold, they found solace in their silent understanding. The world around them was a tempest, but within their hearts lay a sanctuary—a treasure guarded in the depths of their souls, waiting for a time when the echoes of war would fade.

But for now, they fought on. Each victory brought them closer, yet the shadows of uncertainty loomed large. Would they survive the next battle? Would they find a moment to reveal the depths of their emotions? With every skirmish, every clash, they carried the weight of their unspoken love, knowing that it was both a blessing and a burden.

In the heat of battle, he fought fiercely, driven not just by duty but by the desire to protect her, to ensure that she would survive to see another day. And she, in turn, fought with a ferocity born from the fear of losing him, of watching the one person who understood her heart slip away into the abyss of war.

"What You Do To Me," they whispered silently, acknowledging that their love was a fragile ember, a spark of hope in a world consumed by darkness. They held onto the belief that one day, when the dust settled and the echoes of war faded into memory, they would find each other and embrace the depth of their unspoken emotions.

Until then, they would continue to fight, side by side, navigating the perilous path of war while cherishing the quiet moments that spoke louder than words ever could.