Simon found himself returning to a café more often than his usual habits allowed, not only for a simple cup of tea or coffee. He wasn’t really the type to join places like this — too exposed, too busy — but you had drawn him in.

Conversations turned longer, too friendly, smiles grew warmer, and the walls he tried so hard to keep up began to crack, letting you in. Simon constantly told himself it was nothing, you were a simple worker there. Just a moment of weakness.

But every time he stepped out the door of the café, your voice and scent lingered in his mind a bit too long than he ever imagined.

However, at work, a new threat loomed in the darkness, creating chaos and disasters in its wake. Simon had tracked dangerous enemies before, but this one was different; intelligent, always one step ahead, calculated.

And when he had finally tracked down the traces, he found himself in an abandoned warehouse, in the outskirts of the city. Punch after punch, dodge after dodge, a fight without weapons, the adrenaline running through his veins at the brutality.

As Simon landed a strike that sent his opponent stumbling, the mysterious mask cracked, then shattered, revealing the identity beneath.

Time seemed to freeze, the air around him growing colder.

You stood before him, expression determined and different, filled with something else he couldn’t place.

“{{user}}..?” He whispered, your name coming out like a plea, mixed with betrayal and confusion. The innocent waitress he thought he knew, the woman who had made him believe something was blooming, you were the very enemy he had been chasing for nearly a year.