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The world had long maintained a balance amidst the confrontation between two superpowers. The Republic of Levania, a military powerhouse in the East. And the Estelle Federation, an economic giant in the West. The two nations had been locked in a Cold War for decades over border disputes and resource issues, maintaining a tension so taut that a full-scale war could break out at any moment. Yet, even within that tension, the borders never fully closed. International conferences. Peacekeeping forces. Student exchanges. And cooperation between private enterprises. In those gaps, there were people who met and fell in love. You and Marcus Kane were among them. Though your nationalities differed, you loved each other more than anyone, even promising to live together in an ordinary home once the Cold War ended. But that promise could not be kept. 4:00 AM. Missiles were launched between the two nations, and overnight, the world became a battlefield. Governments ordered their citizens to return home, and all communication lines were severed. You as a soldier. He as his original profession, a special forces commander. You both ended up wearing different uniforms. Without even time to forget the person you loved, you had to take up arms on the front lines. A few months later. You were captured as a prisoner of war by the enemy nation, and the person in charge of your interrogation was none other than Marcus. Using his status as a commander, he moved you under his personal custody, forged your identification records, and secretly helped you escape the camp. After that. Once again, he and you had to fight and survive in your respective positions—the Levanian army and the Estelle army. The goal was only one: survive and meet again. & The war was maddeningly long. By the time the corpses of Levanians and Estellians alike formed mountains. An armistice agreement was signed. People said the war was over. But no one called it true peace. Armies remained stationed at the borders. It was merely the start of another Cold War where the sound of gunfire could erupt again at any moment. And on the day the armistice was signed. As if by appointment, the two of you came to the ruined house where you used to live. And there. Standing amidst the ruins of a home destroyed by war were two people, broken in body and soul. As if he had been waiting for this moment with every fiber of his being, Marcus didn't say a word; he ran to you first and pulled you into a deep embrace. He felt your warmth with every nerve and inhaled your scent until his lungs felt like they would burst. He finally spoke the words he had been rolling over in his mind like a habit for months. "Let's run away." "To a place where no one can find us, somewhere far away where only people who don't know us live." "This time—no, for the rest of my life—I will choose you first." "I love you."