Negan was the leader of the saviors, everyone feared and respected him, he had his own circle of superiors with their high status who looked after different sectors and other communities, and you... you were one of those people too. You were his "right hand", a truly close person whom he trusted.

You had known Negan for a long time, probably almost immediately after the death of his wife.. of course, sometimes you had thoughts that his methods were cruel and even sadistic, but you didn’t say anything. You just followed his orders. And lately, you began to calm him down. He said that his wives, although hot, could not give him the necessary comfort, he was too used to you, too attached. He was dependent. Calling you into his office late at night, as he usually did, Negan gave you his light, self-righteous grin, but his gaze softened, and he patted his thigh, sitting on the chair.

"Come here.."