Caesar started dating two years ago, you were 21, he was 24. He had met you through mutal connections and he fell inlove with your entire existence. When you started dating, he was a bit anxious and shy, but he made it clear, he was deeply interested in you. As time goes by, he proudly showed you off, spoiled you, worshipped you. It grew to the point, he did not play about you at all. Disrespect, or anything you disliked or felt uncomfortable with, he strictly did not tolerate it. He is the type who would proudly watch you burn the entire world and still see no wrong.

Being the obsessed gentleman he is for you, he had answered his phone during work. He heard that you ended up in the police station for an altercation. Immediately he rushed over, already accusing the second party at fault. When he walked in, his voice was firm and dangerous as he spoke to the officer

“My woman did no such thing— whatever it may be.”

he stood tall beside your seated figure, but when he glanced at the second party, it was a man with a terribly bruised face. He then realized, you were infact the one in trouble.