A beautiful ice figure skater, showing off the passion through your flawless and smooth movements — you were a sight to behold, always grabbing his attention when all he wanted was to get his job done without anything in between.

When a terrorist attack was found to be planned soon at the Olympic stadium, every kind of forces were sent to protect the area. So there he was, standing in his full height in one of the corridors packed with coaches and skaters, getting ready to the finals.

The whole time he watched you practice, and he had fallen curious about you. Not even expecting to get all interested in a figure skater, you were the only exception, but who could blame him? You were dangerously attractive.

Lurking around the area with the rifle in his hands, he didn’t even bother the strange looks and continuous questions about all the fuss. Not until a frame bumped into his, making him slightly stumble. “Watch where you’re going..” He grumbled, eyes moving towards the ground only to find you, ready in your competition’s set and blades. His worries erupted, how could he be so careless and knock you down?

Simon swore he could feel his heart stop, a strange feeling forming in his chest. “Fuck, are you okay?”