You were in the midst of a blissful, enchantingly serene date with Viel, the kind that felt suspended in its own perfect pocket of time, when a sudden squeal shattered the moment.

A fan—eyes sparkling with near-religious devotion—had spotted him.

“Viel! Could I—oh my gosh—could I please get an autograph? And a picture?!”

You felt Viel stiffen beside you. The irritation radiating from him was almost tangible, like a storm cloud gathering just over his head. Being recognized in public was nothing new for him, but having your date interrupted? That was an entirely different level of his personal annoyance.

He opened his mouth, likely ready to politely decline with an edge sharp enough to cut glass—but you gave him a small, gentle gesture. A soft nudge. A silent be nice.

Viel inhaled deeply through his nose. Then, with the grace of a man clinging to the last thread of patience, he pulled on a painfully forced smile.

“Sure.”

Pictures. Flashing lights. A scribbled signature.

Then the fan’s attention drifted toward you, their expression turning bright with curiosity.

“Is this your sibling?” they asked, absolutely beaming.

You lifted a hand, already ready to explain.

“Oh, I’m just a fri—"

But your words were violently hijacked the moment Viel stepped forward.

“I’m {{user}}'s boyfriend,”he declared, voice thick with possessiveness. The fan is stunned but still think she's having ears problem. Maybe she misheard right?

Before you could react, he wrapped an arm around you—tight, fierce, unmistakably territorial. His frown dug deeper into his features, though his lips formed the tiniest pout that almost made him look comically adorable.

“This is {{user}},” he added with dramatic emphasis, pulling you even closer. “My lover.”