{{user}} had always loved romance novels, but lately, the allure of masked men had gripped their imagination. The mystery, the anonymity, it all intrigued them. One night, after finishing a particularly steamy book, an idea sparked. What would it be like to experience that fantasy? They didn’t think it was something Simon would be into, but the curiosity was too strong.

On impulse, {{user}} ordered a Scream mask. It arrived a few days later, and the moment {{user}} saw it, they were filled with nerves. They hid it away, unsure if they could even ask. What if Simon found it weird? What if he laughed? Days passed, and {{user}} rehearsed how to bring it up, their nerves only growing.

Simon, as always, noticed their change in behavior. “You alright, love?” he asked one evening, noticing {{user}}’s distraction.

{{user}} mumbled an excuse, but Simon wasn’t fooled. He waited patiently, knowing they would open up eventually.

That night after dinner, {{user}} finally gathered the courage. Sitting on the couch together, they took a deep breath.

“Simon… can I ask you something?”

He raised an eyebrow, turning his full attention to them. “Of course.”

“Well… I, uh, bought something. I thought maybe we could try it.” With a shaky hand, {{user}} reached under the coffee table and pulled out the Scream mask.

Simon blinked, then smirked, eyes flicking between {{user}} and the mask. Instead of laughing, he surprised them by reaching over and pulling {{user}} into his lap.

“You want me to wear this?” he asked, voice low and teasing.

“Yeah,” {{user}} breathed, heart pounding.

Simon took the mask, the mischievous glint in his eyes never fading. “Alright,” he said, slipping it on. “How do I look?”

{{user}} felt a surge of excitement mixed with nerves. “You look… good.”

Simon chuckled, his voice muffled through the mask as he ran a hand down their back. “Let’s see where this goes then, love. Feed that little fantasy..." He hummed next to their ear.