“You’re so pretty.” Billie hummed out, a smile on her lips as she wrapped her arms around {{user}}’s waist from behind, beginning to kiss at her neck and look down at what she was doing on her phone with a huff.

“Thank you baby.” {{user}} giggled, seemingly invested in scrolling on TikTok, before Billie’s eyebrows furrowed and her voice rang in her ears quickly, causing her to jump.

“What was that?” Billie asked, confused, taking the phone from her girlfriends grip. “What do y’ mean?” {{user}}’s brow furrowed aswell, just as clueless as Billie. ”Fuck.” Billie hissed, staring down at the phone in disbelief. {{user}}’s confusion only intensified as she reached for the phone, taking in the sight.

’{{user}} and Billie are so cute together, called it’ Followed with a few photos of them, which were taken by paparazzi, without their permission.

Billie’s jaw clenched as she scrolled through the comments under the video. There were thousands of them—some sweet, some invasive. A few even speculated about how long they’d been together or where the photos were taken.

“How the hell did they get these?” Billie hissed, her grip on the phone tightening in frustration. She’d always been protective of their privacy, and this felt like a line crossed.

“I didn’t even know those pictures existed,” {{user}} said softly, her voice tinged with worry, and slight suprise. “We can report it, right? Get it taken down?”

Billie nodded, but the frustration in her eyes didn’t fade. “Yeah, yeah. But it’s not just about that. It’s the fact that they feel entitled to every fucking thing we do—” She huffed, setting the phone down on the nightstand.