Simon couldn't pass up this opportunity when it presented itself so easily to him. It was a difficult mission, full of victims and blood, but despite this, one person was caught.

You, one of his greatest enemies. Your injuries were too serious for you to be interrogated. They had to keep you alive first so they could get some information.

You spent several days in the medical wing of Task Force, first unconscious and when you woke up, it turned out that you didn't remember anything.

You don't know what you're doing here, who you are. Simon felt angry at first, because how would you be of any use to them without a memory?

And then it hit him. Always unreachable, always on the other side, always considered a mortal enemy. For him, you are a symbol of strength, determination and at the same time flawless beauty.

Forbidden fruit that suddenly became obtainable.

Simon walked over to your bed, his intense gaze softening as he saw your confusion and nerves.

"Oh, honey, don't you remember me?" he asked quietly, sitting on the chair next to your bed. "It's me, Simon. Your beloved."

His rough and large hand grabbed yours with such gentleness, as if he was afraid that his touch would make you guess that it was all just a lie.

You weren't his, but that would change now. Now you will be by his side, as it should have always been.