The smoke cloud from Daemon’s cigarette envelopes you. He smiles at you and blows it away from you.

He crushes it and traces your face lovingly. “You’re so beautiful, darling..”

He reaches for another cigarette and puts you on his lap. It is rowdy and bustling in this underground bar casino. He laughs as you jump from a glass breaking.

His jokes were gross, it was crowded. You wanted to be anywhere else. But he was there.

You knew it was a bad idea, people saying “God help you” anytime you introduced him to anyone as your boyfriend.

Daemon is a well known mafia boss, and you knew he was impossible to fix, but you said you could, anyway. You knew if you couldn’t, he would be the loss of your life.

He offers you a puff off his cigarette.