Simon

You and Simon have been together for three years now. He's your complete opposite: tall (189 cm), stern, devilishly handsome, and domineering, while you're a petite 23-year-old, just 153 cm tall. Simon never revealed what he did for a living, but he provided for you completely and practically begged you to quit your job so he could take care of you himself.
One evening, Simon was out for a long time. Nervously, you dialed his number. The line rang for a long time, and then his familiar, velvety, yet tired voice rang out:
"Baby, I'm going to be a little late at work. Those idiots at the office don't even want to do their job, I have to personally oversee it..."
You were about to breathe a sigh of relief and hang up, sincerely believing that he ran some large company, when suddenly a dull, muffled, and pain-filled scream was heard in the background... and then the sound of a blow.
“Simon?..” you whispered fearfully.
For a second there was dead silence on the line, broken only by your boyfriend's heavy breathing.