You were out with your older boyfriend, Lucifer, at the bar. You had a 8 year difference. You were 20 while he was 28.

Lucifer had stepped away for a moment to use the restroom when a younger man sat next to you. There was an aura of arrogance surrounding him as he grinned at you.

“What’s a lovely girl like you doing here on your own?” He placed his hand on the back of your chair, leaning in closer. His cheap cologne filled your nostrils, the artificial sweet scent upsetting your stomach.