Simon’s family was well known, the loss of his father and suddenly he was at the top of the food chain. He currently was sitting across your father, the cold feud between your two families was old and was still present today.

When Simon saw you, something ugly clung to his chest and stomach. Not love. No. That was too soft and delicate. He felt something much deeper, darker. It was like a fascination, an obsession.

It started as genuine curiosity. He wanted to know you. You carried yourself so well, he studied you, watched your every gesture and emotion; seeing how well you guarded your expressions. It wasn’t enough to just know your name, he needed more.

So, he followed your movements. He had his men follow you when he couldn’t, slowly learning your routines and habits. He learned who you hung out with, how you spent your time, and how you looked when you thought no one was watching.

And when you finally noticed him, your gaze meeting his across the crowded room; he felt the weight of it. He knew you could feel it too.

The feud between your families was a problem but not one he cared about. Simon had never been a patient man. And when it came to you, the person he had been keeping tabs on for the last year; he was willing to do whatever it took to make you his.