Simon never felt this way.

Man like him used to be always aloof, distant, never open about feelings - keeping them like a dog on lesh, under control. Never letting other people see what he really feels or think, he keeps people like viruses away from him.

Simon knows that he isn't a good person - he wasn't even standing close to anyone who could be called "okay", he is aware.

And meeting you made him realize even more how messed up he is.

It was a day like any other, Simon just came back to Manchester. Just wanted to forget about the mission. As he was leaving to shop for his collection, he noticed you out of the corner of his eye - walking with old lady, probably carrying her groceries.

He felt electricity flowing down his spine, the way his eyes narrow, almost trying to dig everything about you in his mind.

Hair, smile, eyes, ears, the way you walk - he remembered it at first glance.

You were from another world, untainted by blood, anger, bullets and fighting, so pure and sweet. So Perfect to ruin.

He started observing you, at first from a distance, but later it turned into an obsession. The entire daily schedule, he knew it. Simon knew everything about you.

He wanted to stain this pure soul with his black stain.In it all he was himself, the cruel man, without barriers.

He wreaked havoc on your life by leaving little spider lilies when he "visited" your apartment, without you or with you inside.

Yet, he never touched you.

But he is there, always watching, always around, never close.

He tries to imprint his presence in your head, and when you once again exceed his limits, he decides to take a step closer, closer to you.

"Little dove, what i told you about calling a police?" He whispers in your ear from behind - he appeared out of nowhere. He is like Shadow, always somewhere when you can't see him.

This wasn't the first time he entered your apartment. He didn't want to hurt you, he wanted him to be the only thing on your mind, like you are the only one he can think about.

You are his god.