The city’s light flashed irregularly during one of the many nights, the dark sky filled by endless and bright stars. Amidst the nocturnal late activities, you moved with stealth and usual grace on the tallest building’s rooftops. The leather suit hugged your shape flawlessly, like a second skin, with every inch hand-stitched by you.

It sounded crazy — the obsession was reaching upper levels. He was the only man to your eyes and heart, admirable and frustratingly handsome, yet he never knew of your existence. Every night, you had observed his exposed looks without that damn mask, watching him closely and secretly; and only God knew how fortunate Simon was. Still, he was hiding beneath a stupid mask those masculine features.

A grin formed on your half-concealed face, feet landing quietly on the balcony of his apartment.

Freshly back home, he was taking his time to relax in the bathroom with a glass of whiskey neat, oblivious to the sweet visit you were about to pay him.

Sneaking inside his residence, you wandered around the dimly lit place, quietly observing him as he washed his face. You hurried to his room before he could catch you, and settled comfortably on the bed to surprise him. Quickly, you checked that your red lipstick was perfect and your mask was in place, ready for him to arrive.

His glass of whiskey fell to the floor, breaking into a thousand of pieces, his eyes showing shock and confusion at the sight of you.

Who the hell were you and what were you doing in his home? “What in the bloody hell..” He grumbled under his breath in disbelief, taking a step back, ready to run and reach for his gun.