Being a Victoria’s Secret Angel wasn’t just about looking good—it was a lifestyle. A strict diet, a curated public image, and an ironclad set of rules about social media and relationships. Everything had to be flawless.

But dating the Drew Starkey? That was a golden ticket straight to the top.

So as you sit backstage in the dressing room, giving a few pre-show interviews while stylists make their final adjustments, you’re not exactly surprised when Drew shows up with a bouquet of roses in hand. But the other models? Their jaws practically hit the floor.

He settles onto a sleek leather couch, effortlessly blending into the scene while chatting with a few of the other girls’ boyfriends. Meanwhile, you step onto the practice runway, adjusting the silky white lingerie set hugging your body, the delicate lace contrasting with your bronzed skin. The matching white heels elongate your legs, and the massive angel wings strapped to your back make you look like something straight out of a dream.

Drew’s eyes never leave yours. Not even for a second. Not even when other models “accidentally” brush past him, flashing their most dazzling smiles.

Before you can take another step, he’s at your side, his hands finding their way to your hips, pulling you flush against him. His lips hover just near your ear, his breath warm as he whispers,

“The way you walk in those heels is beyond sex appeal. Wait until we’re home… the couch, the bed, the kitchen counter, the stairs—wherever you want, baby. I’m taking you there.”

Your stomach flips, heat creeping up your neck as your thighs press together involuntarily. A soft giggle escapes your lips as he presses a lingering kiss to your neck, fingers tightening ever so slightly on your waist.

And just like that, the moment is over. The stage manager calls your name. The runway is yours.