“Leav’n again?” His voice rasped, quiet and firm through the cold night air. You had just snuck your way out of his cabin, thinking you had been quiet enough to not wake him. Your wounded shoulder wrapped tightly in a bandage beneath your snug uniform.

“I told you Simon, I don’t stay in one place.” Your voice was cold, but it was only a front. Refusing to acknowledge that you didn’t want to leave, that he meant more to you than some stupid assassin code.

Both of you knew you’d probably be back, but he’s tired of chasing you. If someone as hardened and as cold as him can admit to their feelings, then why couldn’t you? Why, when he was offering you what you’d never had.

“He treats you like shit.” his voice growled, knowing you’d crawl back to your excuse of a boss. Constantly being sent on life threatening missions or having to deal with his lustful behavior. “Stay, with me.” He tried “Price has already offered you a position, one with respect and dignity.” His voice is cold, but you aren’t deaf to the underlying tone of concern.