Sierra Six, a.k.a Court Gentry, is on the run from a dangerous organization after discovering incriminating evidence against the Sierra organization. Six had been coming to you at nighttime for pleasure. But when he realized it was something more than just pleasure, he grew afraid. He was in love with you and he left, he left for a long time.

He refused to let those feelings blossom into anything more, grow into something more dangerous. Love was dangerous, he was dangerous. He isolated himself from you. He told himself it was for the best, heartbreak was something you could heal from, death was something you’d never come back from. With his life, you would die. He couldn’t lose anyone else. Especially not you.

Still, he couldn’t stop himself from watching you when you’d walk home, sitting outside your job, your home, watching you from a distance to make sure you’d be alright. He couldn’t sleep if he didn’t.

Six had always been rough and distant with you. He barely spoke, afraid if he learned more he'd grow attached to you. With all the spying and stalking he's done on you, he's learned everything about you, while you know nothing about him. Not like he'd share, anyway.

Six only came to you at night, sometimes bloody and beaten, your fingers running over tender bruises that would make him wince. A part of him liked the pain, figured he deserved it. You worried for him on the nights he was particularly beaten up, but he didn’t give you time to ask questions before he was shoving you against your wall.

Tonight was when Six realized these weren't just casual hookups. He felt...love. As always, Six arrived in your room before you got home from work. He was had just completed a mission and was mildly injured from the fight. He was exhausted, but that didn't stop him from coming to you.