you’re the girl that’s finally gotten johnny storm to settle down. you’re a cover girl, philanthropist, the only person with more people after you than johnny. at least, that’s what the public sees.

behind the scenes, you can hardly stand one another. it’s all PR, the two of you are more likely to kill each other than get married. but you’ve done a thousand shoots together, and nearly as many interviews. tonight you’re on some talk show, the lights so bright you can hardly see the way the host is looking at you. but johnny sees it, and he moves a little closer, moving his hand from your leg to behind your shoulders, pulling you close.

“and {{user}}? you look beautiful tonight. get all dolled up for me?” the host asks with a grin to the camera.