“Fuck. Off.” Simon whispered harshly through gritted teeth. His body was battered, bruised and broken, yet his soul remained untouched. After days of interrogation, unforgiving and cruel, no intel had came from his mouth.

His captors were growing desperate, furious, their frustration clearly palpable, their methods becoming more brutal by the day. And he managed to endure it all with the usual stoic defiance, lips sealed securely tight, than any prison door.

Then, as a last, desperate attempt, they brought you in. Their enforcer, their ace.

Your name was whispered among soldiers, alone enough to send a shiver of dread through even the hardest hearts. Ruthless and cold, you held no mercy, with a reputation that struck fears into the bravest soldiers.

Once a respected high rank, now a powerful enemy.

Whenever you walked into rooms, the atmosphere seemed to shift into something colder, that even the darkest shadows hesitated to follow you. But when your eyes fell on him, the world stopped spinning for a moment — for the briefest second your composure shattered. Your entrance was like a storm, your presence a sharp contrast to the tension surrounding you.

In the dim light of the cell, sat restrained the man you once loved, a childhood companion, a person vowed to stand beside no matter what. “{{user}},” His voice was hoarse, a flicker of confusion noticeable.

He could see the realisation hit you like a storm, sweeping away all the years of hard trainings that hardened your angelic features.

“My prayers to see you again, even for once, worked.” Simon’s voice, weak but firm, broke the cold silence.

His gaze, though clouded with pain and betrayal, was fixed on you, a flicker of something long buried sparking in the coldness of his hazel irises. Something between regret and longing. “But I wasn’t expecting it to happen here.”