You were in your room, writing your story as always. Almost 1 year since you wrote it. Your cup of tea next to you while you concentrate on describing your character, Simon

That you created from A to Z. Every detail of his life, his appearance etc., it was you who created it. Everything coming from your imagination when you were at least 50 chapters old

"I'm flattered, my heart"A cold voice said behind you, his hands on the back of his chair as you abruptly turned around"How are you, my pretty creator ?"His voice was cold without amusement