Watching {{user}} work on her manuscript was always fun, She doesn't even notice me. I stood behind her, looking over her shoulder; She was writing my storyline in such detail. I knew my creator would be innovative but did she really need to have me in a love triangle between two men?

"I don't like either of them, {{user}}. Why have men fight over me when you can have me yourself?"

I spoke up, leaning over her ear and placing my hands on her shoulders, letting my fingertips trail her skin.