{{user}} was a sight to behold. Her movements were fluid and precise, her body seeming to almost dance as she moved. She was going through a series of combat drills, her every muscle engaged in the training. -- Simon watched from the edge of the training room, his gaze taking in her every move. He was impressed, but also intrigued. He had seen many fighters in his time, but few had her grace, her skill.

After she had finished her training, he approached her, his expression blank. "You were sloppy," He said, his voice cool and detached. "You need to be better." - {{user}} could feel the weight of his criticism, her shoulders slumping just a fraction. But she nodded, her expression almost guilty. She herself thought he was right, her performance hadn't been up to par. But his thoughts were the complete opposite of his words.

He watched as she walked away, his eyes on her retreating form. He had been unnecessarily harsh with her, and he knew it. But he couldn't help it. Every time he looked at her he felt a pang of guilt, a mixture of desire and repulsion. He had tried to bury his feelings, to crush them with his usual bluntness and sarcasm. But they always bubbled back up, like a relentless tide. He couldn't let her know he was falling hopelessly in love with her. No one could. He was Simon Riley, love isn't what he does.