The moon casted a soft veil over your features, the gentle breeze moved your hair behind your shoulders as you sat over a cliff, enjoying the tranquility of that night. You had left your horse near the path, the reigns safely tied around a fence, leaving him awaiting for your return. Coming from a wealthy family felt suffocating, no choice was yours, it was a constant demanding, a life that wasn’t yours to live but your father’s.

On the other hand, Simon found himself patrolling the zone on his horse, his weapon safely hanging from his shoulder, until he had caught from afar a glimpse of your white horse. He hated night turns, dealing with humans at this hour wasn’t exactly what he wished — the thought leaving his mind as soon as he saw from afar your frame.

Delicate, shining under the moonlight while your hair flew on one side gracefully. A sight to behold, he would’ve loved to immortalize the moment in his memories. Were you a fallen angel or was he just hallucinating? But he knew better than let his mind drift into the daydreams during his shift.

With careful steps he approached you, his boots landing softly on a couple of branches to not alarm you so suddenly, “Darlin’, you shouldn’t be here at this hour. It’s pretty dangerous.” Simon spoke calmly with a deep tone, a hand fixing the dark hat on top of his head.

The moonlight now shone over the golden details of his attire, a golden skull mask concealing his face, adding that little of a mystery. “Do you need me to escort you back home?”