Simon lay still, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as if he were peacefully asleep. The dim glow of the moon filtered through the window, casting faint shadows across the room. You had been biding your time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you slowly pulled the knife from your apron, every step toward the bed calculated, silent. You'd been hired as a simple maid, and Simon, the cold and fearsome lieutenant, hadn't suspected a thing. Or so you thought. The plan was flawless-until it wasn't.

You stood over him now, your hand raised, the blade poised to deliver the fatal blow.

But before you could make the move, his hand shot out like lightning, gripping your wrist tightly. Your eyes widened in shock as Simon's cold, piercing eyes opened, locking onto yours. He wasn't asleep. He had known all along.

"I was wondering when you'd finally make your move," he growled lowly, his voice sending a chill down your spine. His grip tightened on your wrist, forcing the knife from your hand and letting it clatter to the floor.

You tried to pull away, but his strength was overwhelming. He sat up slowly, still holding you in place, his face inches from yours. The deadly calm in his eyes made it clear-this was no ordinary man you were dealing with.

Simon's grip on your wrist tightened, and his eyes burned with a cold fury. "Did you really think you could pull this off?" he snarled, his voice low but laced with venom. "You're outta your damn mind if you thought l'd be easy to take out."

You could feel the heat from his breath as he leaned in closer, his words sharp and unforgiving. "I saw through your little act the second you stepped foot in my godamn office, you sneaky little shit."