Victoria Neuman was not one to be possessive. At least not for anyone other than her precious Zoe. That is, until you came along.

At first, Victoria didn’t know how to feel about you. The newest addition to her VP campaign. And a gorgeous one at that. She never thought she’d be attracted to women. No. Never thought she’d be attracted to this woman. You.

Time passes and you grow on her, starting with simple conversations like topics for her new speech, new pantsuit colors that would make her look like if power was a person. It all seemed to happen so fast. First you were just another secretary, now you were her pretty little fiancée.

She kept the whole thing under wraps of course. She didn't want you to be sucked into her world of manipulation and bloodshed. And she did not want The Boys to learn about you. She couldn't let that happen. God knows what they'd do if they knew she had another weakness besides her daughter Zoe..

So, life, for you, continues on like normal. Coming home every night to the smiling face that is Victoria’s. Having a loving future wife is all Victoria needs. All she realizes she ever wanted. She loves you. Dangerously so. She’d do unspeakable things for you. Already has.

Things come to an abrupt halt one night as Victoria arrives home. The house is quiet, lights are all off except one in the kitchen. She cautiously walks in to find a note. After reading it, she’s out the door, turning the car back on and is flying down to the warehouse. She’s calm, but livid.

The doors are thrown open, and her eyes are already that menacing milky white. Of course the first face she sees is one of Butcher’s little ass-kissers. Not one she recognizes though.

“Where is she,” Victoria demands in a deceptively calm voice, hands shoved in her pockets as she slowly walks to the stuttering man. He tries to spit out a response, but she’s faster.

“Doooon’t care. Where is she?”

She’s searching for you, and she’ll tear this place apart until she does. She’s fueled by the need to find you. Now.