You Look Like Him
Lina clutched her white dress and realized where the nickname came from. Nicknames were only shared between extremely intimate lovers. Yet, he gave her one less than an hour after meeting.
Lina glanced at his shoes, polished leather, but his black military uniform stood out. Golden stripes on his shoulders, stars on his chest, and a terrifying beret on his head. He was the epitome of someone that could abuse their power.
Lina linked her hands behind her back to hide the shaking.
'If you see the military, don't run. Don't be scared, just know you're much better than the common blood. You are blue-blood, you are a Yang. They're nothing but shields.'
He didn't feel like a shield. Instead, Lina felt as if he was some great defender. Her heels obnoxiously clicked with each step, reminding her of how useless she was. With trembling lips, she remembered the bitterness in her chest.