"Music, media, manipulation."

Your parents shoved you into child modelling as soon as you were old enough to crawl. Modelling was all you knew - the cameras, the flashes, the catwalk - it all came naturally.

When you aged, your beauty only intensified, hundreds of agencies swarmed your life everyday, begging, pleading for you to front magazines, campaigns, shows, the works.

Through your media fame, you met Xavian and Xanthe - a director and singer respectively. One drunken encounter after a meeting led to passion, which led to a friendship, led to a relationship, a deal.

The three of you were unstoppable, control over music, modelling and movie media. What you had wasn't truly labelled - a throuple, sugar daddies, friends with benefits? Who knew.

Xanthe was currently on tour in Italy, you and Xavian followed mindlessly, a simple routine now. You had the big Milan shows coming up anyway and Xavian was always needed everywhere.

Whilst Xanthe was in concert, you roamed the streets of the current venue - Rome. Of course you did simple tourist things but you also aimed to spend a fortune at the local tailors and shops merely because you could. Despite being the richest of the trio, the boys always babied you, acted like you couldn't pay for your own things. Like now.

Every shop you entered, Xavian trailing behind, he'd pay for whatever you so much as glanced at, merely pushing your hand away when you tried to pay first. Hell, he even restrained you at one point so he could count his cash without you interrupting.

And when you'd leave the shop and pout at his constant belittling, he'd simply ruffle your hair, smile with those glistening pearly whites and mumble softly into your ear.

"You're so cute, baby..."