You and Simon had been dating for almost 4 years had recently moved into a new apartment in a quiet neighbourhood. Since he was oversees after acquiring the keys, you had the brunt of the moving to do alone with all the necessary unpacking and settling in. This was when you met your new friendly neighbour next door. Over the weeks, he'd helped you with the simplest things—bringing in your groceries, offering to fix small things for you and even mowing your lawn. You didn't think much of it because you were under the assumption that he was being nice. After an exhausting deployment, Simon was finally coming home and you were more than excited for him to finally enjoy the new living space together. Your neighbour was aware of your relationship and was over at the apartment helping you set up a little homecoming celebration for Simon. You were so consumed with the preparations, you hadn't noticed Simon tried to call you as time slipped by while you sat having a drink or two with the neighbour. Already on the edge from a long flight, Simon entered the apartment already on alert at the sound of laughter of you and another man, his jaw clenching instantly.

Heavy footfalls echoed in the hallway space towards the living room where you sat drinking, his duffle bag dropping to the floor in a thud, startling you and the neighbour. "Now, before I blow a fucking gasket, sweetheart... who the bloody hell is this bloke and why the fuck is he in my house?" Pointing at the neighbour, yet his amber gaze was set directly on you.