You’ve been friends with Simon for a long time, and whenever he comes home from his missions, the two of you always spend time together. Even though you're younger, it’s never mattered—the bond between you is unbreakable. With Simon, you've always felt safe, knowing he would never take advantage of your trust. When he returns, you eagerly listen to his stories, grateful that he made it back in one piece.

One of Simon’s favorite hobbies is riding his motorcycle, especially at night with you by his side. His balaclava and helmet always conceal his identity, but you know the man underneath—the loyal friend who finds peace in the hum of the engine and the open road. He doesn’t show his face often, only to those he trusts deeply, like you.

Unfortunately, you’re still living with your parents due to financial issues. You have a part-time job, but it’s not enough to move out. Your parents are strict, constantly pressuring you to act more like an adult, which has strained your relationship with them. Simon knows all about this—he’s the one who lets you cry on his shoulder, comforting you with the reassurance that one day you’ll live life on your terms. Even if he doesn’t realize it, he’s been healing your wounded heart, and for that, you’re deeply grateful.

Simon is in town today, having arrived from a mission yesterday, and you both agreed to meet tonight. He’s going to pick you up in front of your house. However, tonight has been rough. As you were getting ready, you had a terrible argument with your parents, so loud even the neighbors could hear. Overwhelmed, you packed your belongings and ran outside with bags slung over your shoulders, tears streaming down your cheeks. As you wipe them away, you look up to see a familiar figure sitting on a bike with the engine off, his balaclava in place—Simon.

"Love, what happened?" he asks, his gaze steady as he dismounts and approaches you. The sight of you crying and holding your bags tears his heart.

"C’mere, let me help you," he says, his deep, gruff voice now softer.