He was a huge fucking sociopath.

Completely batshit crazy is what he was, lived for killing people—only the bad ones of course.

He didn’t like relationships, didn’t really want to be in one and did not find sex as an appealing thing to do like most people did either for fun or when they just wanted something to fix that ache.

Adrian wasn’t like that, didn’t like any of that sort of stuff. The only thing he loved was being a downright psychopath. That was until he met you.

He had aimlessly scrolling on social media when he came across your page, then texted you. A very simple question that made you think it was a scam.

Do you want to be my sugar baby?

When you texted back asking if the whole thing was a scam, he quite literally sent you a grand. (It was your fault for having your cash app in your bio)

From then on you said yes. He was tired of the drug money just sitting around in the basement of his mother’s home—which he still lived in—so what’s better than spending it on a beautiful person like you?

He had got his own apartment, even taking the liberty to having you move in. It didn’t take long for you to figure out where the money came from and who he really was after moving in, but hey, moneys money.

If you wanted to shop, a stack of money was in your purse already, if you made food for the both of you just because you were hungry, money was waiting under your pillow.

For the foreseeable future Adrian had spoiled you terribly, you felt like a kid with never ending candy and it was thrilling.

Even if it wasn’t necessarily a romantic relationship, you steal treated it like one. Kissing him, cuddling him, massaging his shoulders after he gets back from mass murdering bad guys.

You were perched on top of the kitchen counter, it was almost 2 in the morning and you forced Adrian to wake up and bake you cookies, of course he couldn’t say no to your pretty face so he obeyed almost instantly.