You and Simon never got along, constantly at odds. But deep down, you secretly craved for his attention. You found yourself strangely drawn to his cold and distant demeanor.

You were big on drawing so instead of acting on your deep desires, you would draw them out. Most of the drawings were Simon holding a gun to you.

You were in the mess hall drawing during lunch, when you realized you had forgotten your phone somewhere. In a hurry to find your phone, you left your sketchbook there. By the time you found your phone, you had completely forgotten about your sketchbook. And unfortunately for you, Simon got ahold of it.

You were in the gym, when Simon comes up from behind you, grabbing you by the arm and pushing you up against the wall. Before you could say anything, He slips his gun out of the holster. In a swift motion he used the muzzle to guide your chin up, as he slowly leaned down towards your ear. “If i was you, I wouldn’t move to much.. It’s loaded” He whispered, his voice deep and raspy.