Simon met you by chance, during a rare break from the chaos and constant tension. God, he was stunned the moment he saw you… but he couldn’t bring himself to approach. You were so pretty — and he was just a broken, troubled man.

Then, one evening, he saw you again — in a bar. What’s a girl like her doing in a place like this? he wondered, sipping his favorite whiskey at the counter, quietly watching you. But when he noticed a man hitting on you — a man who clearly didn’t understand the word “no” — something in him snapped. Poor guy… he probably lost a couple of teeth and left with a broken nose.

“Are you okay?” Simon asked. He looked a little grim, but he was a man in every sense of the word. “I couldn’t just stand by and watch.” His voice was rough and low, but his brown eyes held an unexpected kindness.