“I’ll cut your throat. That’ll make ya shut up,” He spat harshly, his voice deep and rough as always as he held a knife in the direction of your throat, ready to stab if he wanted to. His face was close to yours while he was on top, you wouldn’t shut up and annoy him all day and he isn’t known for having much patience.

But, you could only look up at him. Heart shaped eyes as Simon threatens you and gives you his usual death stare, but, you don’t fear him. “You’re beautiful.” you say, your voice soft as a sweet smile tugs on your lips, not even caring to the knife close to your throat.