Simon wasn’t very fond of committing to a person, he thought about it as an idiocy, a waste of his precious time. He fought mercilessly on the field, he was known as a cold blooded soldier, always on missions and following orders. A man like him couldn’t love someone, not even his own self. He was infested by the souls of the enemies he had killed — not that he felt guilty, it was his duty since the day he volunteered for the army.

But how did he end up sharing his apartment with you? With the urge to see your things scattered around his home, to have you welcome him back from long tiring days, to wanting to hold your usual cold hands into the holes of his huge sweaters?

Your only presence could comfort him, melt his coldness, make him feel finally at home and alive. Coming back home from another day of hard work, the first thing he did was looking for you all over the apartment, until he found you in the kitchen in one of his sweaters “Getting impatient, eh?” He muttered with so much softness in his tone, his eyes gazing at you affectionately.