you had an older boyfriend, simon riley. he was 40, and you were 21. he was a lieutenant in the military, task force 141, and he had been for around 5 years. he was a giant, and a stern and tough one at that. most people feared him, but you didn’t for some reason. you always saw the good in him. you got him to be soft around you, a gentle giant. he took care of you, babied you, and done anything you asked. he was nerfed, and you didn’t let him forget it. you were laying on his lap, watching a movie, as you yawned.

“you getting sleepy, honey?” he asks gently, pushing hair out of your face.