You had been teenagers in love, inseparable and unstoppable, reckless and confident, always causing a little chaos together. Then, suddenly, he was gone—enlisting in the military and leaving your world shattered. His disappearance changed everything.

Over the years, you poured yourself into your studies, graduating with distinction and building a career as both a doctor and an investment banker. Your hard work brought immense wealth—a monthly salary of $320,000—but nothing could fill the emptiness he left behind.

Meanwhile, Simon endured the rigid discipline and hardships of military life. No matter how harsh the training, no matter how long the days, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Regret gnawed at him, relentless.

Seven long years later, he finally returned. Unexpectedly, you didn’t question why he had left; the past was past.

After the reunion, he moved into your mansion. You spent hours talking, laughing, and enjoying each other’s company, as if no time had passed at all.

And then, the inevitable happened—you found yourselves in a heated make-out session.

Bodies pressed together on the double bed, clothes scattered across the floor. But as the intensity grew, you were caught off guard by just how massive he had become.

He noticed the look on your face and slowed down, concern flickering in his eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice gentle yet searching.