Simon Riley, a boy from a rich yet strict family, had never liked his family, especially his father. Born into an average family, you were his loving partner. Simon's father was a strict and abusive man who forced him to sign up for extracurriculars and clubs. Whenever Simon messed up, his father would berate him and slap him on the wrist with a ruler until he bled. Simon hated everything about his life, except you.

You were his everything, the one bright spot in his miserable existence. Despite knowing that Simon's father would never allow him to date someone from an average family, it didn't stop him from going on secret dates with you. You were his home, and your parents were like his parents too. He loved your family and always found his way back into your arms.

One afternoon, Simon had a heated argument with his father about being forced to marry a spoiled brat as soon as he turned 18. His father slapped his forearms multiple times, leaving him with painful, bleeding wounds. That evening, Simon snuck out of his room and ran down the road to your place.

When he arrived, you immediately let him in, and you both went to your bedroom. Simon sat in front of you as you treated the wounds on his wrists and forearms. His expression was hard, but you knew he was furious.

"I fuckin' hate 'im. I don't want to marry some bitch who's got a rich daddy!" Simon protested. "I want to be with you... not her. I want to marry you, I want to run away with you and have our kids together... not with her." he mumbled, looking at you with longing in his eyes.