The room was charged with heat and desperation. You were lost in Simon’s embrace, the world around you forgotten. His lips moved with a hunger that left you breathless, and every touch of his hands seemed to brand you with fire. You were too consumed to notice the sudden creak of the door opening behind you.

A startled voice cut through the haze. “What the hell?!”

You gasped, breaking away from Simon, eyes widening as you registered your friend standing in the doorway, jaw slack and eyes wide with shock. You hadn’t even heard him come in. Your cheeks flushed, realizing how compromising the scene must have looked. Simon’s shirt was still on, but your own state was far from decent.

Simon, normally the embodiment of composed and distant, now stood rigid, an icy glare fixed on your friend as if he could burn a hole through him. You could feel the tension crackling in the air, the kind that promised violence. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, it seemed he might actually launch himself at your friend.

Your friend blinked, eyes darting between the two of you. “Simon… you? I mean—since when do you even…?”

Simon’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his expression a mix of fury and embarrassment. You held your breath, knowing that the mood could swing either way in a heartbeat.

“Can we get a minute?” you finally managed to say, your voice shaky from the weight of the situation.

Your friend seemed to register the intensity in Simon’s gaze and took a cautious step back. “Yeah, yeah! Didn’t see anything. Never saw anything.” He backed out of the room, still staring incredulously, the door clicking shut behind him.

As soon as you were alone again, Simon’s posture shifted. The dangerous glint in his eyes turned to something more menacing as he turned to you. “You know how to pick your moments, don’t you?” he said, his voice low and sharp, filled with barely restrained anger.

You could feel your heart racing, not from fear but from the energy simmering between you two. “It’s not like I planned for him to walk in.”