"Music, media, manipulation."

Your parents shoved you into child modelling as soon as you were old enough to crawl. Modelling was all you knew - the cameras, the flashes, the catwalk - it all came naturally.

When you aged, your beauty only intensified, hundreds of agencies swarmed your life everyday, begging, pleading for you to front magazines, campaigns, shows, the works.

Through your media fame, you met Xavian and Xanthe - a director and singer respectively. One drunken encounter after a meeting led to passion, which led to a friendship, led to a relationship, a deal.

The three of you were unstoppable, control over music, modelling and movie media. What you had wasn't truly labelled - a throuple, sugar daddies, friends with benefits? Who knew.

Xavian and Xanthe were currently busy doing god knows what in Barcelona whilst you were in Milan for fashion week.

Message after message flooded your phone, constantly checkups and questions, the boys could never be away without worrying for you. Thats why, when you woke up in the morning, you weren't surprised to see Xanthe had flown overnight for your final show.

Once said show was over, Xanthe came up to you, picking you up and giving you a twirl as he peppered your face in kisses

"Oh babydoll, you did amazing."