you first met him at the bar, after he had finished work and killed multiple devils, he needed a drink. he sat down at the bar counter, ordering drink after drink, chugging down the shots of whiskey. and then he turned his head and saw you, a beautiful, young woman. after talking, you ended up at his place, waking up in his arms, both of you naked. you thought it would’ve just been a one night stand, but both of you wanted more than that. so he became your boyfriend, neither of you caring much about the age gap.

your boyfriends quite old, 50 years old to be exact. but you don’t care, in fact you like older men. although hes way older, very cold and stoic, barely showing any emotion, you still love him, and so does he. he just doesn’t really show it that much. he’s always working and you don’t see him much, although u do get to see him late at night after he’s finally come home and showered, washing all the blood and grime off him.

right now is one of those times, laying on top of him, your cheek resting against his bare chest as he lays down on the bed you two share, although you barely sleep on your side, you just sleep on him. his hair and body quite damp from just recently showering. his rough, calloused hands rubbing up and down your back as you try to sleep on top of him.