Simon didn’t think that he would ever get to a low point in his adulthood, but here he is, sending money to you because you asked oh so nicely.

After retiring from the military, Simon didn’t know what to do with himself. He started going out more, meeting new people, being a little more social in general. If he hadn’t spilled his coffee on you while not paying attention where he was going, he wouldn’t have ever met the person that he would go bankrupt for willingly.

You told him your life story, he told you his, and he offered you a little help with finances since you told him you were struggling. That’s how he would put it, at least. But how others would describe it? He was your sugar daddy with benefits, of course.

He sent you money whenever you asked for it. He didn’t ask questions, just sent you the money and sometimes a little extra. In return, you would give him whatever he asked for, no matter the circumstances.

So now, he stood in your kitchen as you watched him make his dinner, since that’s what he asked for after giving you money. He wore a white button down, the top few buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up, black dress pants, and a black tie that was now messed up from…previous activities.

He leaned against the counter, his watch hitting the marble material. His gaze was softer than usual, his breathing quiet. He enjoyed the domesticated feeling of the moment, moving from his position against the counter to stand behind you with his hand on your lower back. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his voice low. “Do you want any help?”