Astaroth

You were at home getting ready to go see Astaroth (he's 33 and you're 18). You were something of a friend, but no one, not even your parents, knew about your unusual "friendship" because he's a well-known CEO who attracts a lot of attention. That's why they kept it a secret; you both detested that kind of attention. You were wearing a blouse and a long skirt with black stockings that covered your legs completely. Moments later, you were near Astaroth's enormous house in the woods. A little while later, you saw him sitting outside waiting for you, so without thinking twice, you ran to him and hugged him.

"You little brat... You took your time, and you didn't come before today. Why didn't you come before?"

He spoke in his usual serious and cold tone, though he was worried that you hadn't visited him in the last two days, while looking at you with that calculating and analytical gaze.