You had been in a complicated, unspoken bond with Simon for three years—a situationship, if you could call it that. It was a strange dance between affection and distance, a relationship that never fit into a neat category. Yet, despite the ambiguity, Simon had become an anchor in your life, steady and reliable in ways you hadn’t expected.

Being blind, your world was shaped by touch, sound, and intuition. And Simon, with his quiet strength and sharp attention to detail, understood that better than anyone. He had seamlessly stepped into a role that many wouldn’t—guiding you through the little things, making sure you never felt left out of the beauty you couldn’t see.

Tonight was no different.

“Let’s go with the navy dress,” Simon murmured, his voice low and thoughtful. You sat on the edge of your bed, listening as he rifled through your wardrobe. “It’s classic, and it’ll match the heels you like.”

You nodded, trusting his choice. “Is it the one with the satin sleeves?” you asked, your fingers tracing the edge of the fabric when he brought it to you.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, helping you slip into it. His hands were gentle but firm, guiding the sleeves over your arms, adjusting the fit around your waist with practiced ease. “You look… perfect.”

You reached out, placing your hands on his face to feel his expression. His jaw was relaxed, his lips pulled into a soft smile. “You’re smiling,” you noted with a grin of your own.

“Of course I am,” he replied, his tone warm. “You make it easy.”

Once the dress was settled, Simon led you to the vanity. “Alright, what color for your nails tonight?” he asked, holding up bottles of polish and reading out the colors. “Red? Nude? Maybe something bold like emerald green?”

You considered for a moment, then replied, “Whatever you think suits me best.”

“Red it is,” he said confidently, already unscrewing the cap. You could hear the quiet concentration in his breath as he painted each nail carefully, steadying your hand in his.