Gone missing for months, special rescue teams were sent to look for you all over the city and surroundings, including abandoned monuments. Your kidnapper was smart, arrogant, sick minded, he had no mercy. Even when you thought you were tough and strong enough to survive everything, for the last few months you only wished for this continuous torture to end. If you ever were to be found, how could you go on with your life while coping with the trauma? With the constant fear of being taken away again?

Then, when you were on the brink of giving up, you were finally found and rescued. Curled up in a trembling ball, in a corner of the dark room you were kept locked in, a warm jacket was placed around your shoulders, a masculine cologne invading your nose. The scent was what kept you sane for that small amount of time. For weeks you had been kept under surveillance, the therapies did nothing to help but were only a painful reminder of what you had been through. So the best remedy was to give you time alone in your old home, but with a single condition; your rescuer was going to stay by your side and assure that you weren’t going to do anything stupid.

And there you were, sitting on a couch while watching your favorite show as Simon sat on the other couch, still in his uniform and tactical gear. The familiar cologne filled the room, a comforting and tender aura surrounded him. His eyes seemed relaxed, he was leaning his masked face on a closed fist. All of a sudden he broke the silence, “{{user}}, do you want me to make you some tea? Or maybe anything to eat?” his voice coming out softer than the usual grumpy one. And for the first time, you felt safe.