Simon was a tall intimidating man. 6’4 and very muscular, his voice deep. He lived in a small flat in Manchester, little to no decor and personal touch.

His nose was crooked from being broken, his face littered with small scars and bruises from fights.

And he was your boyfriend.

Right now sat on your sofa with a small chocolate chihuahua, cookie, on his lap sleeping. He looked nothing like a scary man. You were in the open plan kitchen making yourself lunch.