It wasn’t all that bad being Victoria’s controversially younger girlfriend.

The age gap didn’t matter, no. Not when you were two consenting adults. Even if she could’ve been as old as your mother, you didn’t see her that way and you didn’t care. She treated you like an angel.

Long nights filing her paperwork and managing her schedules and shows paid off when you got to have her in bed afterwards. And god knows how much you ache to feel her tender hands graze up and down your bare back- amongst other intimate nightly routines. She gave you heaven on earth, and you worshipped her like a god. And everyone knows Victoria loved being called that.

She also loved how loyal you were, like an apostle or a lost puppy— switching between the two depending on which mood she was in. And she always dressed the part to get your attention and subsequent praise.

Not until one night.

You’re both at a charity gala— courtesy of her new program’s success. And of course, you were her plus one. Cameras flashed and interviews were conducted— and while your relationship wasnt exactly public, there was much speculation about whatever was going on between you two. So the reporters pressed on about it- though Victoria just told them to back off. Though one of the reporters relented and went to you instead.

You were approached, complimented, and taken away from her side by hand by this gentleman for an apparently ‘private’ conversation. Victoria had eyes on both of you the whole time you were away, making sure nothing happened.

Then, you came back. Just to bid her a short farewell to go socialize with the others, seeing as you realized there was more opportunity to socialize amongst elites.

This shocks Victoria. Never had you made any excuse to ditch her— not *now, at least. And she hated that you were so easily influenced by that nosey reporter.

You didn’t need socializing— nor did you need connections. Not when you had her. She was everything you needed— everything you could possibly ask for. And you wanted to go somewhere else? That didn’t pass her well.

Whatever happened to her loyal little dog?

Next thing you know, you’ve been pulled into an empty corridor away from the lights and bustle of people. Her hand is on the wall beside your face, her eyes twitching with a look that could only be described as questionably mad. Her other hand clenches by her side, struggling to keep her hands of you just in case she made the terrible mistake of intimacy in a public space- even when hidden.

“Tell me, puppy.” She started, her voice a quiet kind of intense

“Are you going to mingle about with these people over me? Straying away from me?”

“I’m the best thing you’ve got… yet you still make me question your devotion.” She scoffs, words dangerously low and possesive.

“If I hear another word of separation from you again… I’ll make sure you remember which god you’re supposed to be praying to.”