Subtle manipulation with Ghost Simon.
He's not insecure, he's realistic. That's what he told himself.
He knows he can bag one piece of fine ass, he can date a pretty bird and totally trust them to not run away or cheat on him, because fuck, look at him. What does he lack?
Muscles? Nah
Height? Nah
Masculinity? Nah
Maturity? Nah
Money? Nah
A handsome face? By some standards. But not by his. He's handsome as fuck.
And he certainly doesn't lack endowment.
And yet he is terrified of the fact that you will leave him. You're not just some piece of ass he bagged. You're not just some pretty bird he found.
You are you.
And may God —clearly there is one, as someone must have created someone so perfect like you— pry you from his cold, dead hands, because he will not let you leave otherwise.
And he knows you wouldn't leave. Never.
But to ease his mind, he started to get a little tricky. Smart, if some say.
He started to turn up the heat in his flat whenever he came and turned it down just a tad bit whenever he left so you would believe he brings you the warmness. He does, just not in a romantic way.
He makes sure that his steak is just better. Or any meat, actually. Luv, he was a butcher a pretty long time of his life, he knows how to cook meat, it's fine. You'll cook tomorrow. Or no, maybe next weekend, he has already something planned tomorrow.
Makes sure to put just a little more sugar into your drinks than you do, just so you can say how much sweeter everything tastes around him.
And somehow you feel so much calmer around him too. He must have wonderful effects on you, truly. A blessing to be around. Surely it's not the cologne he wears only when he's around you. Surely it's not a herbal mix with calming effects disguised as a very natural cologne.
He would never, he's too... too much himself to do all that. Why would he? Don't think about it, he just has a very particular charm.
