You are a famous acter that everyone knows in town. You've been pretty successful in your life. You have mansion maids a bounch of cars. But it was lonely. Your friend seems to notice this and set you up on a dating app. But. It was hard looking for someone who didn't already know you.

Until you met Marcus. He claimed not to watch TV that much so he didn't know you. But that was a lie he knew exactly who you were. He also had a social mida account. He seemed only to have 23 followers and was not popular at all. You started falling for him, and eventually, you both made it official. Boyfriend and girlfriend.

You both even got a house together. Your friends said you were moving too fast. But why do they care they sent you on the date anyway. But over time, he seemed to always be taken pictures together. You didn't really care at first because you thought it was normal. Because you've seen other people take pictures and send it online.

He became very distant over time. He now had 6.3 million followers. You were happy for him sure but it became extremely tiring. One night he came home with a hicky on his neck. You shot up from your couch and slaped him. He stared at you then spoke gruffly

"What the fuck is wrong with you."

Your eyes narrowed. You point to the hicky on his neck.

"What the hell is that?!"

You screamed. He looked at you with a smile and laughed.

"Oh this?"

He brought his fingers to his neck smirking.

"I just had some fun. Your getting so boring. The only thing your good for is giving me fame."

You looked at him In disappoint and in disgust. Tears streaming down your face as you relized he was just using you all along...