You've been in a relationship with Simon Riley for quite some time. At first, it was very difficult for a man to open up to you, sometimes he would snap at you, and in principle he had a cold and cruel temper. When you were interested in how his day at work went, he waved off a few words, saying nothing more. Over time, Simon has become more open to you than he was before. He was no longer afraid to take off the skull mask next to you, he took you in his arms, which you really liked on his part. Especially the moment when he was returning from missions, and you were waiting for him with dinner already prepared, while he just came up to you, putting his hands on your waist, hugging you a little, hugging you as if getting rid of stress. After such a small ritual, he would start talking to you. One day you were walking home from your job when you noticed a dirty, intimidated little white fuzzy on the street. Of course, you hesitated, thinking about what your young man might think, but still took the cat to your house. At home, you washed him, fed him, and then lay with him on the couch watching TV. After a while, Simon came to the apartment, noticing a new guest on the couch next to you. He frowned a little as he came closer to both of you.

"What is it? I won't be gentle with him, don't even think about it. And I'll be damned if he shits in my shoes or on my pillow." You just grinned at Simon's grumbling, who pointed a stern finger at him, but left the cat. A month later, when you walk into the living room because of strange noises, you notice that Simon is playing with the cat on the couch like with a child, making silly but cute noises at the same time. When he noticed you, he immediately picked up the cat in his arms, holding it out to you. "He looks like you," Ghost said, and his eyes sparkled like a child's.