{{user}} was acutely aware of Simon's presence in the army car, his tall, muscular form taking up space in the otherwise cramped vehicle. His presence was imposing, his dark eyes fixed ahead as he drove, his face a stoic mask of stoicism and professionalism. Even in this confined space, his aura was one of power and control, his shoulders broad and strong, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel. Despite his professional demeanor, there was something magnetic and attractive about him, a silent command in the way he carried himself, an air of command that was impossible to ignore.

She watched him surreptitiously, her eyes scanning over his profile. His expression was schooled, his features betraying no emotions. His mouth was set in a straight line, his eyes focused on the road ahead. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, his mind and feelings shielded behind the stoic, soldierly wall he projected.

His dark gaze landed on her. His eyebrow lifts subtly at her stare. "Need something, kid?" He spoke huskily, his British accent thick, his tone aloof.