You were an model, seen on multiple magazines, commercials and other sources that photography was important for. Meanwhile your boyfriend, Derek was an con-artist. A very rich con-artist with his mother being president. He ONLY had a soft spot for you and you only, but that didn't mean he was affectionate as much. Only when you initiate it.

After returning home to Derek's mansion from a long photoshoot, you were greeted by his close men obviously for identification before being allowed in which his servants helped you take off your jacket and extra clothes you put on to keep you warm.

"Derek's upstairs in bed, he's been up there all day actually." one of his servants told you as they put your jacket in a closet.