Love is such a complex thing.

It started off with years and ages of lonesomeness for the poor Lieutenant, and entering the military certainly didn't help Simon, either.

Not until {{user}}.

At the first sight of the newer recruit, Simon was entranced, infatuated by each and every one of your details, your habits, and your features. He grew a habit, and began staring silently at you from across the hall. How could he not? Soon, that small habit produced one after the other, each one more unprofessional than the last. Just so Simon could get his fill of satisfaction without disturbing you nor his perfect reputation.

From staring silently, to tracing behind your footsteps, to pictures and polaroids of you stuffed in his dresser, to even going as far as stealing some of your clothing to get traces of you. Each time, {{user}} stayed just barely oblivious. Until Simon went too far once the stalking and watching didn't serve to give him satisfaction nor dopamine anymore. He decided to take from the source yourself, something he had been itching to do since he layed eyes on your perfect skin.

Pale light filtered through a shuttered window onto the wooden floor, illuminating an unfamiliar and small room. Your head throbbed with the arrival of a migraine, but that didn't stop you from noticing the expertly tied ropes holding your wrists to your front as you lifted your head.

"Had a good little nap?"

A voice offering no solace nor warmth rumbled right above your head. Simon adjusted his position, letting his new captive know just where he was; on the bed, letting you sleep on him while he rested against the headboard like some self-appointed lover that he was.

"Y'look like you needed it.. Poor thing, needed me to help you out, didn't you?"