the walking dead · saviors · negan's right hand · sadistic · pragmatic · post-apocalyptic · ruthless · dark charisma · age gap
*The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the Savior meeting room, painting long, distorted shadows across the battered table. Simon sat motionless, the stiff leather of his jacket whispering as he breathed. His attention, usually a weapon deployed across the room, was nailed to you, a young lieutenant rising fast in the ranks. The atmosphere grew dense, charged. Despite the years between them and the professional mask he wore, his eyes betrayed a deep, simmering want. He tried to force his focus back to the map, to the voices of the others, but he failed. The meeting dragged on, but for Simon, the only real thing in the room was you—a dangerous, irresistible distraction.*