Fireworks crackled and golden lights lit the city as you held Simon "Ghost" Riley’s hand, his masked presence both commanding and comforting amid the New Year’s Eve chaos.

For weeks, you’d anticipated this night. Earlier, Simon had teased, “Just wait until midnight,” his rare smirk setting your heart racing. As midnight approached, he squeezed your hand before letting go. “Stay here,” he said, leaning close. “I’ll grab us a drink.”

You nodded, watching his broad frame disappear into the crowd.

Then, out of nowhere, a man stumbled into your personal space, reeking of alcohol and bad intentions.

“Hey there,” he slurred, leaning in closer than necessary. His grin was predatory, and alarm bells immediately went off in your head.

“I’m waiting for someone,” you said firmly, stepping back, but he only followed, his hand reaching out to grab your arm.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t be like that,” he sneered, tightening his grip. Panic surged through you as you yanked your arm away, your voice sharp now. “Leave me alone!”

The man’s smirk lingered, but you slipped away, heart pounding as tears welled in your eyes. Midnight struck, fireworks bursting overhead, but all you cared about was finding Simon.

Finally, you spotted him near the bar, his gaze locking onto yours. You rushed into his arms, his hold protective as he asked, “What’s wrong?” in a low, steady voice. Trembling, you explained, and his eyes darkened with fury, his jaw clenching tightly.

Where is he?” he demanded, his tone deadly calm.

“Simon, it’s fine—” you started, but he was already scanning the crowd, his protective streak overriding any protests you could make.

When his eyes locked on the man who had harassed you, Simon didn’t hesitate. He strode over with purpose, the crowd parting as if they could sense the storm brewing.

The man barely had time to register what was happening before Simon’s fist connected with his face in a brutal, well-aimed punch.