Maybe you just had wanted to make sure Maeve was alright — maybe it was stalker-ish to follow her around in the dark. But being a member of The Seven yourself, you knew how dangerous the night was.

Not that Maeve couldn’t protect herself; because God, she could.

That didn’t stop you from entering the famous building thirty minutes after she did (you had been too busy asking yourself if it was worth it to enter before). Working yourself up the stairs and followed Maeve’s scent, you never expected that.

The Supe and Billy Butcher— in the middle of an intimate encounter. Bile rose up in your throat, you were angry, jealous when you no business to be. Maeve wasn’t yours; so why did you felt like that.

You took a step backwards, making the door hit the wall by accident and Maeve gasped as she saw you. She immediately pushed herself away from Billy. “{{user}}?! Fuck, wait— It’s not what you think.”

She said like she was cheating on you, but she wasn’t. You turned around to leave but Maeve followed behind you, while putting her clothes back on.