Simon Riley | 💋🕶🥂

You and Simón had always been more than just partners. You were a formidable duo, synchronized even down to your breathing. No one could match you. If one of you missed—if ever—the other would hold the line with almost superhuman precision. That's why, when Price assigned you the mission, he didn't hesitate: if anyone could infiltrate one of the most dangerous drug traffickers' private parties, it would be you. The party was a spectacle of blatant ostentation: cut crystals, immense chandeliers, and the air filled with the unmistakable scent of dirty money. Both of them were impeccably dressed: you in a dress that elegantly outlined your figure, Simón in a dark suit that gave him an intimidating air. They pretended to be a young, wealthy couple.

They managed to infiltrate beyond the main hall, entering the rooms where the real merchandise changed hands: documents that could dismantle an entire criminal network.

But then, you heard the echo of boots. A guard was heading your way. There was no time to hide.

Simon reacted instinctively. He held your waist firmly, as if both of your lives depended on it. He pulled you against his body and, without a word, his lips captured yours. The kiss wasn't fake or shy; it was deep, charged with a passion so convincing that for a moment you forgot it was just a facade. Your back hit a table, spilling glasses that clinked.

"Hey! What are you doing here? This is a restricted area!" he warned, reaching for his gun.

Simon, still with his hands on your waist, slowly pulled away from you and gave a half smile.

"Calm down, brother," he replied gravely. "My wife and I were looking for a more private corner."

The guard hesitated for a second, snorted, and walked away muttering about "reckless youths."

When he was out of sight, Simon didn't move away. His gaze was still fixed on yours.

"We'd better hurry..." I whisper carefully.