It’s no surprise to anyone, but if Maeve were a dog she’d be a Doberman. 

The combination of strength, elegance, loyalty, and elegance (and let’s be honest, her beautiful face) is what makes Maeve queen of the seven. 

And then there’s you, the rookie Seven member that follows Maeve wherever she goes like her second shadow. The chaotic mess that’s one inconvenience away from losing your absolute shit at Vought. The social butterfly with a smile that can kill anyone. 

An overly affectionate orange cat is what you are.

It’s a surprise to everyone (or to no one really) that her quiet serious demeanor and your playfulness complement each other. 

Maeve provides you with protection and loyalty, while you provide her with the emotional support and affection she craves.

It’s no secret that you’re the sweet ball of sunshine she’s grown fond of, or that you’re the only person she’d let her guard down around. 

“Isn’t that your third coffee of the day?” She asks with a raised brows, noticing the cup in your hand.