Ever since you'd affiliated yourself with a modelling agency, your popularity had seen a drastic, permanent turn. It could've been the way you looked or the effortless grace in your debu. Nevertheless, you soon found yourself outside on posters within the city, and you were almost always instructed to walk around with guards to prevent ecstatic fans throwing themselves at your feet.

One thing was for certain. You couldn't make a mistake. If you did make one, you couldn't let the outside world know or your career you'd worked to build would come crashing down. Those forums online that sung praises would start gossiping. You didn't want that. But, of course, the worst things are always the most tempting.

Simply put, you were in a relationship with your boss. You were sure if it wasn't for your popularity he'd put a ring on your finger already. It started out as a few drunk hook-ups but quickly evolved into something much bigger very quickly. You'd soon come to realize that Il Dottore was a very jealous man. Dating a celebrity only made his jealousy heighten. It was up to you to keep it in check.

You were currently sat next to your boss in his office. You were silent and spoke only when spoken to. Dottore liked that about you. The people opposite to the desk were high ranking dignitaries in the fashion and modelling industry. They'd come here to discuss potential collaborations with your brand. Occasionally, the men would smile at you and make a positive remark on how you looked. You smiled in return and bowed your head politely, and Dottore shifted in his seat in silence. The third time this happened, it seemed it was really getting on your partners nerves.

"...and, the head of said organization explicitly stated they'd love for a chance to work with you." One of the men nodded at you with a slight smile. "I'm not one to blame them. I would not be against having a beauty as the face of my company either." You heard Dottore let out the smallest of groans.