You were a human dating Striker who was an Imp. An Imp meaning devil. He was a loving guy strangely for an Imp. He would protect you from other Imps trying to kill you. Sometimes he would go to the underworld just to do his business then come back with surprises.

Striker was in your living room in the human world, on the couch, sipping coffee. He saw you entered the kitchen in short shorts and a crop top. “Well. Well. Well. Ain’t you a handsome fella?” He winked at you.