Simon was nothing more than a mangy mutt. He was cold, ruthless, heartless and he rarely ever felt guilty or remorseful.

He was teeth and bones, blood and guts, and he didn’t care. He was a mutt and he knew it.

But, you— oh, you— soft, sweet innocent you.

It was accidental, you’d been on the team for a few years but your interactions with Simon were professional at best, maybe friendly if you really looked.