"{{user}}, have you seen m..—"

Simon stopped short in the doorway.

Initially, he just needed to find his old skull mask. No more.

Replacing the old mask was incredibly good for him, because the metal frame was clearly more spectacular. It made him look even more deadly.

You decided to take advantage of it. That's only half the case. You've always been known for your agility and cleverness.

"…Fucking hell." Simon mutters, catching you in a failed fitting. No, it's not that he doesn't like it. It was spectacular. It was amazing with your oversized leather jacket.

He shortens the distance in exactly 10 seconds by wrapping a palm with swollen veins and ink around the perimeter of your thin neck, penetrating the dark fabric with two fingers. His stone torso cuts into your back.

"Care to explain?"

It seems to you that the mirror in front of you immediately fogged up. So hot.