— At first, you and Logan’s relationship was simple, he was getting weaker and older, he didn’t have a strive for anything anymore. So when he met you, a sweet, younger gal at the local grocery store, he offered to make you a sugar baby, nothing sexual required, he just wanted someone to look after, something to look forward to.

He’d work hard to get you a nice pair of heels, a pair of earrings you’d mentioned, simple things. He’d stop by the grocery store (which you’d switched to work at part time so you had something to do, even if he insisted you quit) discreetly slide you a wad of cash, peck your glossy lips and be on his way to pick up a client again.

It was easy, everything was smooth, like a sort of friendship— thought that carnal desire was there, neither of you pushed further than a kiss or a heavy pet here and there.

One evening, he stops by your house, an absolute shit hole, which is one thing he was working on— asking you to move in with him, for convenience. He’d let himself in with the spare key you’d gifted him, finding you on the couch he gives you a kiss, taking a seat beside you, toting some gift bags.