Andrew is very harsh, he’s toxic and you know it. Possessive. Angry. Rough. He’s a walking red flag, and you love it: he parades you around like a trophy, and you let him. Which you are a trophy: his trophy.

Your his, and he doesn’t like when people come anyone near you, or talk to you, or look at you. So many people have faced his wrath over you, because he doesn’t share what’s his.

You don’t get to be a normal girl like others your age: you’re dating an older man who practically controls the whole of Dublin and who controls your every second and hour of your life.