The night air was thick with tension, the echoes of gunfire ringing in the distance as the battle raged on behind Simon. You stood in the dimly lit room, the stolen files clutched in your hand, your pulse racing as Simon stared you down, his gun raised steadily at your chest. His face was hidden behind his familiar skull balaclava, but you didn’t need to see his eyes to know the anger simmering beneath.

“Simon, listen,” you began, your voice a careful mix of seduction and desperation, trying to weave through the chaos. “I know I was a bad girl, but come on,” you took a step closer, raising your hands slowly, flashing a smile that you knew had always worked on him, “you’d have to be crazy not to take me back.”

You kept your tone light, playful, hoping to remind him of the moments you’d shared, the times when the walls between you had started to break down, when he was more than just the stoic lieutenant. But his grip on the gun didn’t falter.

“Fuck off,” Simon spat, his voice cold and sharp, cutting through the space between you like a blade. “I trusted you.”

His words hit harder than the weapon he held, and for the first time in all your dealings, you felt the true weight of what you’d done. You had infiltrated the Task Force, taken advantage of the man who had opened up to you, who had let you into his world, and now it was all crashing down. The seduction that usually slipped so easily off your tongue felt hollow now, but still, you had to try.

Simon’s voice was a low, dangerous growl now, his finger hovering over the trigger. “All that time… every word you said, every damn kiss…” He took a slow breath, his gaze never leaving you. “All a fucking lie.”