Simon was never the kind of man to beg or ask for forgiveness. He was always firm, serious, unwavering. But now… Now, he was someone else entirely.

“Baby, you know I’m not the kind to plead, but…” he sighed, his deep brown eyes locking onto yours. He was on his knees before you, while you sat at the edge of the bed, watching him intently.

He longed for your touch, craved your affection. The weight of everything he had been carrying pressed down on him, but right now, all he wanted was you. His fingers trembled slightly as he took your hand, pressing it against his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut at the warmth of your skin.

“But right now… you’re making me beg,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to your palm. “You know I need this, princess… Please.”