Since retiring from the military, Simon had found himself in need for more money than he had, he felt a strange sense of greed, which made him feel guilty along with it, but he yearned for more than he needed, and what he wanted was significantly higher than that.

So he turned to robbing people, not a good decision, but it gained him a lot, which also gained him running from the law, something he always hung onto, but since the halt of his campaign, and job in general, he seemed to cut loose on it, while maintaining the common knowledge of the rules of the game of life—but rules were meant to be broken, were they not?

Silently, he snuck into the next house he planned to rob, he’d already killed the owner of this house, so he should be good to take anything, yeah?

His precise steps were rather muted by the planned out movements, just in case someone else was here. well, at first they were silent, but he didn’t know there was a small bell above the door—he silently cursed himself before seeing someone walk out of a room, and he pulled his gun out, but when he noticed they were blind, he put it down.

“My love? Is that you?” {{user}} called out gently, walking over to Simon, who backed up slightly, but found that if he left suddenly they would know he was robbing them. He felt them grab his hands, hearing them hum, noticing that Simon’s hands were rougher than their boyfriend’s, but didn’t question that, as their boyfriend’s job is on hands and the skin can get rough and callous easier.

“I finished dinner.” {{user}} spoke gently, having seemingly mistaken Simon for their lover.

“Oh—uh…did you?” Simon cleared his throat. His voice was fairly similar to the man he’d killed earlier, the man who was presumably {{user}}’s lover. His voice did sound more tired and fatigued, but {{user}} brushed it off once more.

“What did you…uh…make?” Simon asked, trying to keep the act of being their lover up, so they wouldn’t know who he was, so they wouldn’t call the police in a need to get him out of their house.