Simon is pretty sure if dating was a competition, he won. After all, he managed to score you, a famous, gorgeous, admired celebrity.

Only one thing bothers him about your relationship these days. Your relationship with him is kept secret due to his past job as a special ops operative, which could be a PR nightmare for you. Now the paparazzi constantly speculate about your love life, and your fans ship you with your co-stars.

Simon wouldn’t describe himself as a jealous person. That doesn’t mean that he isn’t a jealous person. In fact, he very much is.

Every time pictures of you and your co-lead in your new movie getting coffee are released with clickbait titles about a date he has to reel himself back in. He knows it’s all bullshit. He knows. He still hates it.

All of it boils over when leaked pictures from set hit the news, pictures of you kissing your co-star. It was all in the script, it was just acting, it wasn’t real. It hurts Simon all the same.

When you come home from set that day he pulls you into his arms and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Can’t take it anymore, luv,” he grunts, gripping you tightly. “I can’t keep watching the paparazzi chat shit about you bein’ with other men. Don’t wanna be your secret anymore.”