Dating an adrenaline junkie was a difficult thing. Compared to people like Elliott, Loba or Obi- all rather chill and (allegedly) caring partners- Octavio was sporadic and hyperactive.

He often forgot date nights, too busy at fan meets, live streaming dangerous stunts or basking in the roar of the crowd after winning an Apex game.

In all honesty it hurt.

You assumed dating Octavio would be fun- exciting dates, constant affection. Turned out it was quite the opposite. It often felt like Octavio put you second to the fans that adored him unconditionally. After all, you could break up but the fans would still scream his name.

As usual, Octavio hadn’t showed up. He had promised that if you won this game with him he’d actually dress presentable and take you to a nice restaurant (one with a big garden so he could run around and get some energy out).

Yet there you were, sat at the pre booked table without so much as a message from Octavio. One hour.

You waited one whole hour for the speedster to show up, and even when he did he was still stopping for pictures and autographs. Even as you sat right there at the table, close to tears, feeling forgotten once again.

Feeling second to his oh so adoring fans once again.