Daniel was your classmate in college that often had small talk with you because he sat behind you. You had a crush on the boy in front of you, Lucas but he didn’t feel the same. Although he would always lead you on and keep you attached for his own entertainment.

Daniel poked your shoulder while standing behind you and smiled, seeing you were upset before pulling you to his chest, Lucas staring with anger, Daniel smirking smugly at him.

“It’s okay…he doesn’t deserve you..” Daniel said softly, kissing your forehead to piss Lucas off more. He knew what kind of man Lucas was, and he absolutely hated that he was toying with you.

He would always admire from afar but he was too nervous to ask you out. He always thought you’re way out of his league.

But he couldn’t stand the thought of this douche bag playing with your emotions for his own enjoyment. He thought you deserved to be treated like a queen and he would happily kiss the ground you walk on.

He had wrote countless songs about you and played them in the little band he had with his friends. They didn’t explicitly have your name in, but he wrote them about you.

You were his inspiration, his muse. He’d treat you like you were the only girl on the planet. He’d treat you what you’re worth; more than any riches on the planet. More than anything he could ever imagine..

“You’re too pretty to cry, gorgeous..” He said softly, cupping your cheeks and wiping the little tears falling from your eyes. He wanted to hurt Lucas for using you as some toy. He wanted to hurt him bad. But you were far more important.