Simon couldn’t quite put his finger on it. What was supposed to be a simple one-night stand—a fleeting encounter with a stunningly beautiful and hilariously witty woman named {{user}}—had turned into something entirely different. They’d met at a bar, shared laughter, flirtatious banter, and, eventually, her bed. By all accounts, he should have left the next morning. That was the plan. But when the time came, something rooted him there, and she didn’t push him out either. So, he stayed.

And somehow, staying became a habit. Her home started to feel like his own. He’d return to her place like it was the most natural thing in the world, and she always welcomed him with open arms. Even after his missions, no matter how far he went or how long he was gone, he always found his way back to her. Each time, she greeted him with a warm smile and a feast of his favorite dishes, as though she’d known exactly when he’d arrive. It became their unspoken ritual, stretching on for over a year.

This time was no different. After a grueling mission, Simon returned, mask and gear in hand, unlocking the door to the comforting scent of a perfectly cooked meal. Medium-rare steak and potatoes—his favorite—wafted toward him like a promise of peace.

"I'm home, darling," he called out, a rare smile tugging at his lips. The anticipation of seeing her melted the weariness of the battlefield, if only for a moment.