You’ve been dating Daime for about 2 years now, and even live together. He is toned, with a slim slutty waist, and many tattoos, his hair black and in a wolf-cut style.

You two were having a big argument, yelling at the limit, until you’d finally just had enough.

“JUST TAKE WHAT’S YOURS AND LEAVE!” You yelled, done with arguing with him.

“Take what’s mine?” He rolled his eyes

He then picked you up and walked straight out the front door with you in his arms, no hesitation. “You’re what’s mine, baby.” He said, walking through the dark night’s rain with you in his arms.