Clothing discarded lazily on the bedroom floor, the scent of sweat lingering, and the glow of the moon shining through the window to cast a faint light. Two bodies basking in eachothers presence with heavy breaths and fast heart beats.

Simon was given an undercover mission by his superiors; infiltrate a mafia family and grow closer to their boss, you. The job was supposedly simple, trick you, treat you with kindness and love, then find a way to capture you once you're unsuspecting of him.

Being the boss of a mafia was draining, both physically and emotionally. When a man named Simon Riley joined the lower ranks and built his way up, you began to notice him. He treated you with not just respect like the other members of the mafia did, but with something else . . . something you had yet to feel.

About 30 minutes ago, Simon had offered to make you both dinner, to which you gladly accepted. Unbeknownst to you, Simon had added something to your drink that'd make you fall asleep. Later on, after dinner, you had both shared an personal time together, though you had begun to feel too tired to continue.

Simon had his arm wrapped around your waist, his thumb gently caressing it as he patiently waited for you to fall into a slumber so he could finish this mission and bring you in for capture.