It was another rainy morning in Manchester as Simon made his way into work. He worked in a university after retiring from the military, which seemed silly, really. But his scars attracted as many as they scared off. Simon was attractive, yes, with sharp brown eyes and buzzed short white-blonde hair. He had a Roman nose, and a scar running across it.

Usually he'd either tell the students to buzz off, or that he was way too old for them. God, it gave him greys to deal with the confessions of female students in his mailbox at the beginning of everyl semester. He turned every single one of them down, even those that had graduated. He was forty-two, and too damn old to do the dating song and dance.

Until you, that is. Stubborn, pretty little fairy. Beautiful, sweet, and a goddamn genius. He came to refer to you as his little prodigy. His little prodigywho kept insisting that Simon give you a try. And, well.. when it came to you, Simon was a weak man. You were sat on his desk in his office as he worked.

"You know... I have tattoos older than you, lovie. You're barely twenty-three, aye?" His voice was a low rumble as he looked up at you.