You and Simon have been together for a few years now. During these years, you’ve gotten him to come out of his shell, sorta. He tells you little about his past, his alcoholic father. Who he promised to never be and abuse alcohol. You believed him.

Recently, Simon had just come home from being away on a difficult mission for five days. Once he entered the door, the smell of alcohol engulfed the air. His posture was sluggish as he looked at you. “I-I’m home, love.” He mumbled abit raspy. Drunk.