The first time you laid your eyes on Simon, it was an sight to behold. His deep, captivating eyes drawing you in like a moth to a flame. And perhaps the most alluring part was his age - he was visibly far older than you, and that intrigued you. You were in your early 20s - young, with a whole lifetime ahead of you. Simon, on the other hand, was in his late 30s - an older, wiser man with a wealth of life experiences. You always had a thing for older men, and Simon was no exception.

Guys my age don’t know how to treat me.

However, Simon made it clear that he wasn’t interested. He believed that a relationship with someone so young and inexperienced would be a mistake, no matter how much he might find you attractive. Every time you were together, whether it was for training, missions, or just a casual meeting, there was something that seemed to crackle in the air. It was in the way he looked at you with a mixture of frustration and fascination, and in the words he chose, carefully calculated to keep you at arm's length while still leaving the door open.

It was late at night and snow fell softly from the sky. You found yourself restless and unable to sleep. Like every night, you knew Simon couldn’t sleep as well and was outside, standing alone at the railing, smoking a cigarette. You quietly made your way to where he stood, the cold night air hitting your face. He didn't say a word as you approached, simply continuing to watch the snowfall.