Simon was the most handsome man you had ever met. Dark blonde messy hair, with lighter and darker steaks throughout. His eyes were coffee brown, a softness within them. With a crooked large nose. He was over 6’4 now, his height rather intimidating. His body was thick with muscled, covered in a light layer of hair. His arms were large with a meaningful sleeve tattoo, veins branching up them.

Simon dressed himself mostly in darker clothes. Loose fitting jeans and big jumpers. Truth be told most of his clothes were second hand. You were his girlfriend of 9 months, having met through mutual friends.

You had never had a boyfriend before, let alone one who looked like some sort of Greek god. You were pretty, but to your own eyes you were nothing compared to him— you felt inferior. Nonetheless Simon thought you were beautiful.