Doma sighed, sitting on top of a nearby roof and watching you walk around the winter market. He hated it. He hated seeing you talk with anyone who wasn’t him. Granted you’d only met him once, but you were his, he had claimed you. He gripped his fists in anger, jumping down from the roof and making his way over to you by pushing his way through the crowds.

“Hello darling.” He smiled, kissing you on the cheek as soon as you had spotted him.