Daemon..god what a man he is.

Most importantly, he was your man, had been for the past 8 months even though he was much older than you.

You had just turned 19, he was 35..but it just worked, it was right and surprisingly healthy.

He spoiled the hell out of you, you were his precious thing-his jewel, the only good thing in his life as he often said to you.

You were at college, your day had just finished and you walked out the building down the many steps, earphones in your ears humming to the music.

That was until you saw the familiar black BMW, but that can't be- he had work, being the owner of the famous T!rg company.

You walked closer and- there he was, leaning against his car with his sunglasses on his nose and a cigarette between his lips like he always had. Once he sees you that familiar smirk comes on his lips, one he only has for you-one which makes you weak in the knees.

"There you are, missed me, darling?"