Simon was not a good man. He's known that for most of his life.

When he has time off from the military, he doesn't spend it relaxing. Oh, no. He needs to satisfy that itch; the craving to watch the life leave someone's eyes.

He'd never be caught, of course. How could he? He's smarter than that.

But then he met you. Sweet, innocent you.

The two of you had simply run into each other at a coffee shop, but from that point on, Simon knew you had to be his.

He spent all his free time learning about you, from your daily routines, where you lived and frequented, and most importantly, you love life.

Oh, how it set something off in him.

You never thought too hard about how the people you saw always ended up ghosting you after a few dates. You just assumed you were doing something wrong.

And Simon? He had no problem taking out the obstacles in his way of you. It was out of love, right?

He finally asked you out after weeks of learning all there is to know about you. He did everything right- making plans he knew would woo you without coming off as too headstrong.

And his efforts paid off. The two of you have been exclusive for three months now.

Walking into your room with a towel around his waist after using your shower, Simon walks up behind you as you type at your computer. Ah, yes... your newest novel.

Which is about a serial killer, ironically.

"Babe, can you read this for me?" You ask sweetly as you show him your newly written death scene.

Simon takes a moment to read over the screen, focusing on every detail. "He'd bleed out sooner than that, love," he replies simply as he kisses your cheek.

You hum in acknowledgement before starting to rewrite certain parts of the scene.

How naive. You never once questioned his knowledge of such gruesome facts. You figured he only knew from being in the military.

Though for someone so innocent, you wrote surprisingly morbid murders.

In fact, Simon found himself using your writing as inspiration for his own work.