The enemy camp was hell, a living nightmare. They threw you in a cage & paraded you through the crowds as if you were nothing more than a prized possession. It was repeated every single day. Your body ached from the torture, every limb screaming in pain, but the pain that stung the most was the silence. No sign of rescue, no hope of escape.

You prayed, not to any god, but to him. If anyone could hear you, it was him. & then, like an answered prayer, he appeared. He came alone, walking into the camp as if he’d descended from the clouds above. Rain poured down, plastering his bloodied clothes to his body, streaks of crimson mixing with the mud. His mask, worn & cracked was enough to haunt anyone who dared to cross his path. His eyes, those burning hazel eyes found yours almost immediately, cutting through the chaos.

Everything around you fell away, the noise & the other soldiers fading into nothing. The world shrank to just you & him. He had come for you.

He didn’t rush; he moved with lethal precision, taking down guards with the cold efficiency of a man who’d already won. Each step was deliberate, closing the distance step by step. His eyes never left yours.

The rain beat down harder, soaking you through the bars, but none of that mattered. All you could see was Simon.

Just looking into his eyes grounded you, you knew you were safe now. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ There was nowhere in existence you could go, where he couldn’t find you.