Riley and you had been in a relationship for around 5 years. He had black hair, glasses and dark green eyes. He had tattoos and his arms and hands had a few veins on.

He would treat you like a little girl, and his answer when you asked was always the same. He was healing your daddy issues little by little.

And here he was, kneeling on the floor as he tied your shoelaces for you, occasionally kissing your leg.

“There we go, baby. Let’s go get my favourite little girl some food.”