The night had been a whirlwind of emotion—an intense, electric current neither of you could resist. Simon had just returned from his six-month deployment, and the moment he stepped through the door, the air between you crackled with happiness, relief, and raw passion. Gods, the passion. Time apart had ignited something deep within him. With every movement, you half-expected the bed to splinter beneath the weight of your reunion, though, by some miracle, it held strong.

Your voice was hoarse from the cries you'd unleashed, all the pent-up frustration finally pouring out of you in waves. Now, at last, there was peace. You lay beside Simon, his presence grounding, as he gently cleaned you up, his touch tender in a way you never expected from those cold, sharp eyes. But somewhere along the way, you had come to know a different side of him—a side no one else had ever seen.

His sweat-slicked body gleamed in the soft moonlight filtering through the bedroom window as he quietly slipped your undergarments back on, his every movement deliberate, unhurried. You had never imagined that someone so hardened could be so tender.