The day had left her feeling like a wilted flower, drained from the constant façade of flashy smiles and obliging muscles for the public eye. Her cheeks throbbed from the strain of forced cheeriness, a relentless beat echoing through her tired body after endless retakes of movies, photoshoots, and interviews...

The tedious routine of it all.

With Elena fucked off and being involuntarily outed by that narcissistic prick, Homelander, everything's been a shitshow.

Amidst this chaos, however, there was one beacon of stability: you. Your presence had kept her from succumbing to the abyss of addiction that threatened to consume her.

It had all begun on that fateful night, when her intoxicated senses had led her to you, intertwining their paths in a twist of fate that felt inevitable. There was a connection between you two, bound not by strings but by invisible shackles that kept her tethered to you wherever she went.

As she turned the metallic keys in the lock with a click, she was greeted by the familiar sound of your laughter, filling the room with its infectious joy. In your presence, even the most mundane moments transformed into cherished memories.

For the past week, your presence had brought a sense of wonder and delight to her days, like navigating a carnival of endless surprises. Each day unveiled a new facet of your personality, each more delightful than the last.

"What are you doing?" Maeve chuckled, finding amusement in your antics.

With you around, there was never a dull moment.