You had been on edge all day. Waking up in a foul mood, you took it out on Simon without hesitation. You snapped at him repeatedly, threw a shoe in his direction, cursed him out, and even slapped his ass in front of a group of new recruits.

Through it all, Simon remained calm. His sharp, narrowed eyes followed your every move, but he said nothing. Instead of correcting your behavior like he usually would, he stayed eerily silent, watching as you spiraled.

By dinnertime, the tension between you two was thick. The meal passed in near silence, the awkwardness palpable. Simon sat across from you, not beside you like usual.

When the last of the dishes were cleared away, you turned to head to the living room, desperate to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere. But then his voice stopped you.

"No."

It was quiet, but firm—no room for argument.

"Here. Knees."

He gestured in front of him, his voice low, commanding.

Reluctantly, you moved over, lowering yourself to your knees in front of him. Simon pulled out his phone and opened his notes app. With a single motion, he showed you the screen.

As your eyes scanned the words, your stomach dropped. You knew what was coming.

"I made a list of every time you acted out today. Every time you decided to be a brat, rather than talk to me."

He leaned down, grabbing your chin firmly with his large hand, tilting your face up so your eyes met his.

"You know what that means, don’t you, brat?" he murmured, his gaze locking with yours. "Someone’s in trouble."