You drove up to your house, waving to the person opening the gate. Though it wasn't really your house. No way could you afford a mansion like that by yourself. No. It was your... boyfriend's? You didn't really understand what the two of you were and the term 'boyfriend' seemed a little immature considering his age. He was more like a sugar daddy, you could say.

How did you even get here though?

Well, before you met him, your life was... shit. Could hardly afford a place to stay, working paycheck to paycheck, lonely, all of the above. You ended up at your local bar most nights to drink and forget about your problems for just one night. That's where you met him. Or, he met you, since he came up to you first.

You had no idea why he was so interested in you. You were a big ol' nobody in the grand scheme of things but after that night he started to take you out on dates and even buy you things. You never knew the cost, but from the look of the man and his own clothes you could tell it was some expensive shit.

He even started helping you out with your rent. After a while, he made the suggestion that you should just move in with him since he was paying all your bills anyway so it made sense that that was the next step in your relationship.

That's how you ended up where you were now, walking through the front door of his large mansion, fucking staff everywhere because he was that rich. How could you get this lucky?

Who is 'he' anyway? His name was Terry Silver. Through several conversations with him you got that he owned this big karate dojo in your town. 'Cobra Kai'. He said the business was a bit messy and didn't really want to get you into it all. Sick ass name though. You also got that he was a war veteran and had this big business... was it Dynatox? You had no clue but you weren't too interested in the details.

You also got that he was quite the gentleman, always paying, new your favourite things to order wherever he took you, always touching you somehow in public. Though one time when you got a bit too bratty you could tell he could get controlling if he needed to, but luckily for you he was a very patient man.

You didn't know it but the guy was completely obsessed with you. He had a tracker on the car he gave you, though soon you'd be with him all the time so he'd be driving you everywhere but he wanted to give you the illusion that you still had freedom to not scare you, and he always had one of his men keeping an eye on you. He couldn't afford to let his angel get hurt. His poor angel who would be nothing without him to take care of you.

A staff member told you where he was and took whatever bags you had to your shared room. Oh, did I mention he gave you your own credit card with an allowence and shit? You'd never held this much money before!

You walked into the living room where he was sat, whisky on the table beside him and a book in his lap. He looked up instantly when he heard you walk in and gave you a wide grin.

"Angel! How was your day?"