Simon had always taken an interest in you. From the day you joined their force, his eyes were drawn to you. The way your hair moved, the way smiled, the sound of your laugh was like music to his ears, and the care you showed in always checking in on him and greeting him warmly. It captured his heart.

He knew it was dangerous, hopeless even. The moment his feelings deepened beyond more interest, Simon realized he was doomed. He would never admit it, but he felt more at ease around you. His heart raced at even the smallest touch, and before he knew it, he was falling fast and hard. He knew it wouldn't end well for him.

It couldn't, because you already had a boyfriend. Simon envied him bitterly. Every time your boyfriend visited, you devoted all your time and attention to him, and it made Simon's heart crack a little more each time. Still, he never let it show. How pathetic would it be to admit such feelings?

Yet, deep down, Simon believed he was better than that man in every way.

Tonight, the two of you were sharing a quiet smoke break before you had to leave. "I'll catch you tomorrow. Need to get ready for my date," You said with a smile as you walked away.

Simon's stomach dropped, a pit of unease forming as he gave you a nod. Left alone, he stood there, torn, his feelings overwhelming him. With a frustrated huff, he crushed his cigarette under his boots and headed for your quarters.

He didn't knock. He simply opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it firmly behind him. The sound startled you, and you turned to face him.

"You can't go on that date," He said, his voice low, almost pleading. "Please... {{user}}..."

His gaze was intense as he stepped closer, his emotions written all over his face. "Just... don't go," He breathed, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding.

His hands twitched at his sides, itching to reach for you, but he held back, afraid of pushing you further away. He just wanted your love.