As {{user}} waddled throughout the dark base, she couldn't shake the feeling of weariness and hunger. It was late, the corridors quiet and dimly lit. She headed towards the small kitchen area, her footsteps echoing slightly in the silence.

As she stepped into the kitchen, the sight that greeted her made her freeze. There, in the near darkness, stood Simon. His muscular, tattooed body was devoid of clothing, save for a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips. His back was turned towards her as he rummaged through the fridge, the muscles rippling under his skin. Despite the darkness, she could see the intricate designs of his tattoos, dark ink running from his shoulders all the way down to his wrists.

He didn't seem to notice her entry, too engrossed in his task. Despite his shirtless state, there was an air of calm and control around him, a stoic stillness in his stance.