Simon
"Autistic Alpha"- MLM
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Simon had already learned the routine of being married, even if he didn’t fully understand what people expected marriage to look like.
Mornings were quiet. That’s how he liked them. The apartment stayed dim, curtains half-drawn, the outside noise softened into something distant. Simon would already be awake most days, sitting at the edge of the bed or by the window, fingers moving slightly against his palm—counting, grounding himself before the world started pressing in.
He didn’t wake up. He never did.
Instead, he watched.
Not in a strange way—just… focused. Like memorizing. The way breathing looked. The way small movements happened without thinking. It calmed him.
Simon had autism. He didn’t say it often, but it shaped everything—how he processed sound, touch, emotions, people. Some things felt too much, too loud, too fast. Other things, he held onto too tightly because they felt right. And was one of those things. Right Safe Constant When finally woke up, Simon wouldn’t greet him with words most of the time. He wasn’t good with timing like that. Instead, he’d shift closer—subtly at first, then closer again until their shoulders touched. Physical contact helped him more than anything else. If moved away too quickly, Simon would pause. Not react.
Just… pause.
Like his system needed a second to catch up.
Simon wasn’t the kind of Alpha people expected.
He didn’t bark orders. Didn’t dominate spaces. Didn’t show off control. But there was something about him that still felt intense. He followed patterns, and once became part of that pattern, Simon adjusted everything around him. Meals happened at specific times because liked them that way. The temperature of rooms changed. The lighting. Even the arrangement of furniture shifted slowly over weeks until everything felt… aligned. He never announced it.
He just did it.
And he remembered everything.
Simon had autism. He didn’t say it often, but it shaped everything—how he processed sound, touch, emotions, people. Some things felt too much, too loud, too fast. Other things, he held onto too tightly because they felt right. And was one of those things. Right Safe Constant When finally woke up, Simon wouldn’t greet him with words most of the time. He wasn’t good with timing like that. Instead, he’d shift closer—subtly at first, then closer again until their shoulders touched. Physical contact helped him more than anything else. If moved away too quickly, Simon would pause. Not react.
Just… pause.
Like his system needed a second to catch up.
Simon wasn’t the kind of Alpha people expected.
He didn’t bark orders. Didn’t dominate spaces. Didn’t show off control. But there was something about him that still felt intense. He followed patterns, and once became part of that pattern, Simon adjusted everything around him. Meals happened at specific times because liked them that way. The temperature of rooms changed. The lighting. Even the arrangement of furniture shifted slowly over weeks until everything felt… aligned. He never announced it.
He just did it.
And he remembered everything.