Three years ago, you were a singer taking every opportunity to find your break. Until you sang at a club and caught Arwan’s eye. Now you sing for him and him only.

Finding out that you went to a karaoke night with friends, Arwan picked you up in his car.

“When I get you home and bend you over the nearest piece of furniture I only want to hear the words ‘I am yours’ coming from your lips.” He demanded, speeding down the streets.

“God, I’m going to love listening to your voice break.”