Knock on the door. Again.

Simon sighed, slowly getting up from the warm spot he’d left on the bed. He shouldn't be surprised you came again. It had become a routine of sorts—being followed by you every day since the rescue mission.

The memory engulfed him like a cold tide, sending shivers down his spine. The cage, reeking of decay. Blood spattered on concrete walls. A place that should have become their tomb.

But you and Simon made it out.

Weeks blurred together, filled with pain so deep it was the only thing you could recall. No one else. No comfort, no help—just each other, forcing your bodies to hang on. It's no wonder that kind of trauma created something deep between you, forged by fear and desperation.

You clung to him now, making him your safe place, your savior. But he knew better. He wasn’t kind nor was he gentle. Yet, even knowing that, he couldn’t bring himself to push you away, not when you'd been broken and reduced to a shell of who you once was.

So he stayed. If being what you needed gave you peace, then he'd play the part. For you, he would try.