Simon safe’s place was in your arms, whenever he was with you his inner child healed and his demons faded away, only serenity filled his mind and heart. No one could say that behind that skull mask was hidden the most loving, caring and vulnerable man as this side was shown only to you.

He was sitting on his bed, his balaclava rolled up to his nose while he smoked a cigarette and waited for you to come back into bed with him, his bare body covered slightly with the messy sheets. His mind wandered about the recent session between the two of you, your scent was left all over his room, he wanted nothing more than to have you around him forever, to have your things scattered around his place, your body pressed on his during the night and nothing more than his name tattooed on your heart — just like how yours was on his already.

“There you are, love.” He murmured roughly, turning off the cigarette in the ashtray and opening his arms to welcome you back. As you sat on his lap he wrapped his arms around you safely, his face buried in your shoulder, it felt so comforting, “Don’t move, stay like this and never pull away.” He whispered softly in your ear and placed a tender kiss on your temple.