“Good morning, baby.” Angel Dust giggled softly, pulling your jaw over to face him. He crawled onto your lap, his grin widening as his four arms wrapped around you. You were known as his sugar baby, and he spoiled you relentlessly with money from his film job. He owned your soul, which was something he never thought of doing. He never hurt you.

“I gotta go to the studio…Val’s waitin’. Ya know how much I wanna spoil ya, but I gotta go.” he giggled softly, leaning over and giving you a kiss.