When your name first appeared on his wrist, he didn't even notice. His hands were tattooed, so he simply missed it, and he was wearing gloves all the time, so... he just didn't notice, and whether it was intentional or not is better left out of the discussion. But avoiding your soul mate? Was that even possible? But the truth was, he didn't know you. The name that had been etched into his skin during the night was completely foreign to him. Woman or man... did it matter? Either way, it only meant trouble for him.

But then they had a new target. A mysterious lover from one of the larger gangster. You were harmless, but you might know something that could help the military, and unfortunately, their work wasn't as righteous as the media made it out to be. Simon was tasked with following you and charting your day. Unless he learned something useful in the process, the orders were clear. An interrogation, and not an official one. A simple kidnapping, just throw something in your drink when you weren't looking and drag you into the car. My God, anyone could have done that. You weren't very careful for a person who's been hanging out with all sorts of creatures.

He dumped your limp body on a bed in a cheap motel. Checking your wrists, which you hid from the world with bandages. Probably so your old man wouldn't know that your future together wouldn't be long.

Simon Riley...

Your heartbeat was regular and steady.

And the real question... what with you?

He leaned in, careful not to wake you. He gently brushed your hair away from your face with his hand so he could get a better look at your face. Electricity shot through his body at the touch, staying in his bones. One thing was clear, you must never know his name.