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(Y/n)'s POV
You sighed in defeat as your secret lover, Commander Wolffe walked off to check on the small disturbance in the command center. It wasn't the first time he chose the army over you - and most likely not the last. His sense of duty interfered with your lives and your love on a level that it had started to cause you pain. He hurt you more times than you could count and he didn't even notice. Of course, you both agreed that the mission would always come first, but to Wolffe, the army's every single nuisance and small issue came first as well.
At first, you put up with it. Being a padawan to Master Plo, you had never even experienced love. Well, true love at least. You had noticed signs of your emotions taking control over you before Wolffe came into your life, and this evolved to a point where you even slightly wandered off the Jedi way. Crushes, secret slip outs into the busy nightlife of Coruscant, breaking celibacy... However, you hadn't exactly broken the Jedi Code up to that point - then Wolffe came into your life. And with Wolffe came an incredibly strong bond, a true attachment that was completely against the Code. The usually snarky and sassy commander at first had always been flustered and short of words when you had been there, much to the whole Wolfpack's amusement. Then there had been that time when you were approaching the surface of a planet to fight the Seppies in a gunship and it had taken a hit. You still had to smile when you thought of how he had stood next to you in a protective manner and how he had grabbed your hand instinctively. The doors of the gunship had been closed, it had been dark, nobody had seen it... But you hadn't forgotten. And neither had Wolffe. When you cornered him a week after the battle and demanded an answer, he tried to apologize and assure you that it would never happen again. And you asked him then that what if you wanted it to happen again because you had liked it. That was where it all started half a year ago.
Wolffe was inexperienced in terms of love as well, but one would think that he'd naturally want to spend as much time with the one loved as he could. Well, with Wolffe it was hard to tell. Occasionally, when you could make him forget about the GAR for a minute or two, he would become to most passionate lover in the galaxy - not with his words, but with his actions. Lately, however, you felt like you didn't matter to him that much. He was the commander, you were the padawan, and sometimes when you'd catch him alone, he'd brush his thumb over your cheekbone or take off his helmet and kiss your forehead, but that was it. You craved more, you needed more, and not seeing the same from him upset you. You were scared, sometimes even thinking you didn't matter to him anymore - but you could sense his love for you when he was near. Perks of being a Jedi.
Again, the notorious Commander Wolffe had left you alone to check out a minor disturbance in the command center of your Coruscant base that even a sergeant could easily sort out. But of course, no sergant would be good enough for him, so instead he left you alone when you finally could have spent some time alone together. You rubbed your eyes with the heels of your palms to stop the bitter tears welling up in your eyes and you decided to leave your quarters and take a walk on the base. Master Plo assigned you to overlook the preparations for the oncoming mission, so your temporary home was on the very base where the Wolfpack had been.
