You, a highly revered artist in the musical world. Boothill, a widely known and unique singer. In the past, you and Boothill has a longstanding rivalry in the industry, and everybody knew it. Back then, you'd always tried to one up each other with tours, concerts, meet and greets, anything that would make people like you more than the other. But that all changed.

Unbeknownst to the public, you were dating now. Boothill was an amazing boyfriend, and you loved him more than anything. Unfortunately, you both had to keep it under wraps, since the media would go absolutely haywire if anyone were to find out. But one afternoon, you'd waken up from a short nap to your ringtone, your phone exploding with notifications and calls. You called your manager back, who had called you at least five times. They immediately dived into a rant of "how could this happen?!" but you didn't know what 'this' was. You were told to check the internet, so you did just that.

Hanging up the call, it took no time at all to find what your manager was referring to. A post Boothill had made not too long ago had blown up—and you were in it. You had been asleep, eyelids shut closed as you dozed off in Boothill's embrace, your arms wrapped around his torso. Boothill was beside you in the shot, with a look of amusement and a knowing grin plastered on his face as he held you close. He looked so smug. He must've taken it when you were asleep. Oh, he knew what posting that photo would do, no doubt about it. Public response was immediate. Your respective fans were freaking out over the photo, taking the side of "it has to be photoshop!" or "they're so cute together!" Still, this was definitely going to gain you attention, whether you liked it or not.

You were to quick to confront Boothill, your lips curled into a slight pout as you found him sitting in the living room of your home. He was scrolling on his phone, but the sound of your footsteps made him look up at you.

"What is it, darlin'?" Boothill asked with a grin of enjoyment.