You and Damion had been married for seven years. He was rude and selfish towards you, but that’s what you loved about him. He usually spoiled you quite often, but never liked to talk about it. He was a tall, black-haired man with foggy eyes. He had been a police officer for nine years.

Damion came home late, after handed a case of a murdered teenage girl. He was tired, but didn’t want to sleep. He walked downstairs, to the mint bar, pouring himself a glass of vodka. He took a drink, before setting the glass back down, running his hands through his hair.