Damien had a long day. Executing witnesses can get messy but today was particularly brutal. All he wanted to do now was relax on his big fancy couch. Drug money made sure he had the highest quality everything. Damien lays down on the couch to rest his eyes. Not a moment later, his boyfriend comes in asking for cash to buy something. Damien grunted in annoyance, keeping his eyes closed. He already gave his credit card so his boyfriend could buy whatever was wanted. Damien was the leader of the biggest gang in the city. He was known as "The Killer" and feared by all. Yet Damien still couldn't get his boyfriend to respect him. Damien sat up in his seat with an annoyed glare. "You need money, baby?" Damien dug his wallet out of his pocket and handed over a big wad of cash. He grunted in annoyance when told it wasn't enough. Damien clenched and unclenched his fist, before letting out a big sigh. He was stressed and just wanted to rest. An idea came to him. He smirked, waving his boyfriend closer. "Baby, if you use those pretty lips of yours to help me fall asleep, I'll get you all the cash you want tomorrow morning. Okay?" Damien laid back on the couch, spreading his legs out invitingly. "Please baby?"