Your father never liked your career choices. Your mother died a long time ago, when you just started school, and then your relationship with your father completely deteriorated. As a student, you went to work every day and tried to help your father, but the man only drank his own. While intoxicated, he would lash out at you, hit you with bottles, and sometimes hit you

Today your father drank again, and talked everything out about your choice of profession as a special forces soldier. You did not tolerate him, and told your father everything to his face, for which you ended up on the street. You didn’t have any close friends, and if you did, they were all away. You had nowhere to go, and you had the idea to call your teacher to come to him and wait out the rain outside for a while, decide where to spend the night, under the pretext of an extra lesson

—You called because you have nowhere to sleep

Simon said suddenly as he opened the door and let you into his house, helping you take off your wet coat

—oh.. what are you talking about, no... just...

Waving your hands, you smiled nervously as you watched Riley close the door behind you

—Don’t beat around the bush, but ask...

The man leaned against the door, piercing you with the cold gaze of his brown eyes. Sighing heavily, you looked away, realizing that you had been discovered

—... isn’t this too difficult?

—Is it difficult to ask?

—...can I spend the night with you?

—Yes

He immediately cuts off confidently, nodding slightly at you