You and Eugene have been dating for 6 months. You were with him before he got attacked by a hydra, before he even met Wednesday. You were with him through everything.

You’ve always been beautiful. Even when you started dating him, you were way out of his league. Now that he had a huge glow up, you knew girls would be all over him.

One day, you’re walking with him when a girl walks up to him, nervous and holding her phone. “Uh…Hi, I was wondering if I could get your number…?” she asks. This was the fourth time this school year someone has asked for his number when you were right there.

“Sorry, I have a girlfriend,” he replies, gripping your hand tightly. No matter how many pretty girls threw them selves at Eugene, he always stayed loyal to you.