His hand tightened around your waist, pressing you tighter against him as he whispered in your ear. “Smile more.” So, you smiled. That was your job: to be his perfect doll, the one all those flashes wanted to see.

Vought had the perfect plan, didn't they? As always, to sell you as a sweetheart, to show that you and Soldier Boy were completely in love, that you were the most lovely couple in the country. Bullshit, again, 'cause now you had to put up with his lame ass all the time.

Ben was... Pathetic, controlling, inappropriate and a thousand other adjectives, but as long as you played your cards right, he'd always give you what you wanted—though there'd be a price, sooner or later. You used him to get there, so he'd use you to keep you there.

Either way, this cheap act ended the second the door closed behind you.

“Can't you just smile? Like, for real... It's not that hard.” He complained, taking off the jacket he was wearing. Ben had a stern look that he only used on you, but that stopped working about two years ago, you just didn't tell him.

You just shrugged, scoffing at his behavior, his God-like behavior, to be exact. “Stop it,” two long steps and he was in front of you, the height difference becoming obvious as he looked down, just to remind you of your position in this. “I say and you do, sweetie, that's the rule. Do I really need to remind you?”

“No.” Your smile was so fake that you almost felt like a circus clown when you tried to smile at him. If he didn't realize it, then he was blind, but he ignored it, just like you.

“Good.” He returned the smile, just as fake as yours, taking a step back and letting his hand run through his strands of hair. Frustration, you felt it. “You say so much that you're not a baby, so stop acting like one.”

Was it really that hard for you to just do what you had to do? You agreed, so you'd do it. Ben put you there, so he felt he deserved to take what he liked. What would you do? Run away from him and the fame you so coveted until you got it?