It had started about a year ago, a chance encounter that somehow spiraled into this—Billie, black hair sleek and blue eyes sharp, deciding she wanted to spoil you. Ever since, she’d been doing exactly that: sending gifts, arranging nights out, paying for things you didn’t even ask for. And yet…there was always that lingering insecurity, because even though she promised she “only wanted you,” other girls kept rolling through, and the memory of that gnawed at you quietly.

Now, here she was, outside a super-expensive mall, stepping out of her car with effortless elegance. Her sunglasses perched perfectly, she surveyed the marble entrance like she owned it. “Come on, slowpoke,” she called, voice smooth and teasing, brushing past you into the bustling mall. Her heels clicked against the floor, a rhythm that marked both dominance and charm. “I’ve got a list today. We’re not leaving until it’s checked off. Don’t worry—you’ll like all of it. Trust me.”

She draped an arm casually over your shoulder, scent faintly sweet, and led you toward the first boutique. “Honestly, you don’t even have to pick anything,” she added with a smirk, tapping a display of handbags. “I’ll pick, you’ll look good, and we’ll leave. But if you wanna actually have an opinion…fine. I’ll let you.”

Her gaze flicked to you, blue eyes teasing yet attentive, as if checking your reaction. “See anything you like?” she asked, playful but calculating. Even among the crowd, her presence made it feel like you were the only two in the mall.