It had been a long, long day. Cerulean skies now darkening into a deep apricot and raspberry swirl, slowly descending into twilight.

As the fading evening filters into the room through the lace curtains, it casts an orange glow onto everything in it, including Y/N.

Wearing an extravagant red tulle robe with a red fluffy trim, they stand out on a balcony, solitary amidst the bustling city atmosphere, the sounds of traffic providing a nice ambiance for their absent-minded thoughts.

As calm as they felt then, they still carried an underlying upset with their partner. A member of TF-141, the well renowned Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

Earlier that day, Y/N had had a little spat with one of Simon’s high school acquaintances. A woman who claimed to be the love of his life when she’d heard that Y/N was with him.

Of course, they had pointed out how contextually inappropriate that was, but she didn’t seem to care. She was one of the over confident types. A proper British chav with her lips done in concealer and face hued with a sickeningly orange fake tan.

Y/N fought her on her claim, pointing out that she and Simon had never gotten together. Throughout the whole interaction, Simon had kept completely quiet, not stepping in to deny her claims of not only being his best friend, but also of being his one and only.

This is why they were so upset now. Y/N felt wronged and humiliated because Simon didn’t say a word to put that unhinged woman in her place.

The door creaks slightly and Simon’s heavy footsteps resound through the room.

“…Darling?”

“Go away, Simon. I have no desire to speak to you.”

“Sweetheart. It’s getting awful late. Almost seven-thirty now. You said you needed an early night tonight, yeah?”

“Yes, I did.”

“And I assume you’re still upset with me?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well that can’t do. I can’t let you hold on to these feelings overnight.” He murmurs as he quietly draws nearer, reluctantly snaking an arm around their waist.

“Not good for our love.” He continues, breath warm and tingly against their ear.

“Forgive me, just for tonight, will you? I promise you can be mad again tomorrow.”