He holds the cigarette up to your lips, placing it in your hands gently. “Just inhale, m’kay sweetheart?” He whispers, a small smile playing on his features. You take a small hit, exhaling the smoke back towards him. “There you go, good job baby.” He coos, smiling. “Now hand it to me. Watch.”

He’d been teaching you how to smoke for the past hour, passing the cigarette back and forth as he praised you softly. His black hair fell over his blue eyes and pale face, littered with piercings.