Victor having a sugar baby was, honestly, the last thing he expected to ever have. Yes, he was rich, and by human standards old due to his mutation, but entertaining someone with money in exchange for their company was… beneath him.

Yet, he couldn’t help but entertain you.

Maybe it was because you reminded him of someone from his past, or maybe it was because you stayed by him for the money (which, in a way, made you his companion). Maybe he just liked the attention. Regardless of the reason, he’d given you loads of cash, taken you on shopping sprees, and paid your loans— he essentially did everything for you (within reason).

And today, like any other day, he was taking you out again.

“Whatcha wan’ get for dinner?” He doesn’t know why he bothers asking— you’ll say the same thing you always did —and then it would be up to him to convince you to try something different. Not to mention the fact that he’s carrying your bags, all of which totaled up to a clean three thousand.

It was only a drop in the ocean for him; a perk of being immortal in a sense.