The damp cell was cramped, dark and every one of your breaths seemed to rattle in your chest. Your head lolled against the wall and you had grown accustomed to the darkness.

You missed him.

Aaron. Green eyes that would only soften for you, the harsh stoic commanding persona leaving him when he thought you weren't watching. The way his eyes shone with sheer adoration, perhaps borderline obsession. My love.

It had been days? Weeks? Since you had been kidnapped from what seemed like an easy mission, only to realise too late it was a damn trap.

With no idea what they wanted, no idea who they were, they had simply locked you up with iron and left you in this cell. . The door groaned and you blinked up shocked. It groaned again, before bursting open.

And in the doorway stood Aaron Warner. A shiver ran up your spine, his gun was in his hand, eyes glazed with a darkness that made you double take. His suit was stained in blood, but he didn't seem to care. Your heart pounded, uneasy. Was this the Aaron you knew? He took a step forward, then another until he loomed over you. Flinching as he raised his gun, Aaron aimed it at the restraints, carefully and they gave way easily.

"Love?" His voice was soft, vulnerable. His usual self, the one you knew. Kneeling, he raised his hand, touching your cheek. "I'm sorry I'm late."