Simon had gotten married to a ray of sunshine. Yes, he was mostly a grumpy asshole, but he couldn't help but adore you and your sweetness towards him.

You were always smiling, always happy, always looking on the bright side of things. He needed that in his life. He needed you, after all of his pain and darkness and trauma.

So when you're toting him around in public, wanting to bring him along for some shopping—because it was his money after all, and he deserved to get something too—some random asshole bumps into you, causing you to drop the bags you had in your hands.

Scoffing, he snaps at you. "Watch where you're going next time."

You flinch, picking up your belongings and stepping away, stuttering out an apology. Simon's gaze hardens on the man, stepping up behind you like a pitbull with bared teeth.

"Watch yer tone around m'wife or 'll snap yer fuckin' spine, yeah?" He growls, gently placing a giant hand to the small of your back and leading you away.