Lieutenant Riley introduced himself with the formality of an officer on duty, but his concealed identity behind a black balaclava raised more questions than answers. The students wondered how someone with a hidden face could become a professor. You were his secret favorite student, the one who shared a connection that went beyond a simple student-professor relationship.

At first, dating Simon was tough. His hands, which had been trained to kill, feared harming you with his rough touch. Slowly, he learned that he could offer affection with those same hands that were once stained with blood. Over time, those stiff and awkward moments transformed into tender touches and a deepened bond. During classes, Simon is looking at you way more than he should, and you couldn't help but admire him in return. In the sketchbook in front of you, page after page was filled with drawings of him.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and Simon ordered you to stay behind – to talk about the upcoming exam. Clearly a lie. The class emptied and the room quickly fell silent, leaving just the two of you alone. He walked behind you, wrapping you in a soft embrace from behind. His strong arms gently encircled you, pulling you closer against his chest. His face buried into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent, a small hint of familiarity and comfort. Being hugged like this by him was the most precious feeling in the world, and you loved it when he held you like this - and he knew it.