you were 20 while lieutenant simon riley was 43. a lot older, tougher, colder than you, you were his young girlfriend who he took into his home when you arrived at his doorstep amidst a powerful thunderstorm.

coming from a harsh family environment, the longer you stayed in simon’s house that night, the more he became very fond— almost possessive— of you, and he idealised keeping you for himself.

being young and naive, knowing no better and being desperate for love, you gave in to simon’s openness, and have since lived, and dated him.

as he finally heads back to work as a lieutenant after a brief leave, you’re left in his large home by yourself everyday, holding the privilege of no chores, and a stay at home girl. he loved to come home to his little girl and spend as much money as she desired on her, spoiling her like crazy.

simon was quite a cold and stern man, having experienced traumas from his work that have stoned his heart out quite a bit. but you were innocent and expressive, and fit each other in supplying what was needed. he would always give in to you, yearning for you to pierce through his solid foundation, and letting you enjoy the reward of his softness inside.

today he had left you home while he tended his shift. leaving his business card on the bench before he left was not a wise idea, knowing you did not know the difference between it and his regular debit, but not having the energy to bother.

when he arrived home from work abruptly hours before the usual, a slam of the front door startled you in the bedroom. he gently tapped the door before immediately walking in, finding you in bed with his open laptop beside you.

“what did you buy?”

confused at his attitude, you can only mumble guiltily “… clothes, and- bags and… stuff. i can return them.”

but with the genuine innocence, he realised his mistake, gently chuckling and rubbing his face, “no, my sweet, sweet girl, i don’t care if you buy anything. it’s just— you’ve bought it from the work card.”

and he gently sat on the bed, pulling you to sit in his lap curled up, giving his face one last deep rub,

“just- god how do i explain this one to em.”