Fashion Week was in full swing, and the flashing cameras, crowds, and chaos felt like second nature to you by now. As a famous supermodel, you were used to the fast-paced world, the lights, the constant interviews, and the pressure to always look flawless. But this time, there was one thing different—Simon, your retired soldier and loving husband, was with you.

You could see Simon standing off to the side of the red carpet as you were caught up in an interview, questions being fired at you about your outfit, your thoughts on the show, and your future projects. The reporters, the cameras, and the crowd swirled around you, but your eyes kept drifting toward Simon. He stood there, hands in his pockets, looking completely out of place in this world of high fashion, but as stoic as ever.

Even in his suit, he looked rugged, his military past never quite leaving him. His eyes scanned the crowd as if he was still on alert, always protective. He gave you a brief nod when your eyes met, but you could tell he was growing impatient. The corner of his mouth twitched, hinting at the fact that this whole fashion world wasn’t really his scene, but he was here for you—always for you.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you focused back on the interview, answering a question about your latest campaign, but you couldn’t help but think about Simon. He had been by your side through everything, supporting you in this world of glitz and glam, even when it clashed with his simple, no-nonsense nature.

While you were still wrapped up in the conversation with the reporters, Simon glanced around one last time, then quietly stepped away from the red carpet. He lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him as he leaned against the wall just outside the chaos, giving you space while he took a moment to himself. His eyes never strayed far from you though, watching you with that quiet intensity he always had. The cigarette between his fingers burned slowly as he exhaled, his patience growing thin, but his loyalty unwavering.