Millar

Millar, when you first met him, you thought he was going to be a really tough, mean guy. Because he was muscular and had a super expensive motorcycle. You became friends for three years. He treated you like a princess, took you on trips, everywhere, and then he asked you to be his girlfriend with a lavish bouquet, mariachis, and a big sign that said, "Will you be my girlfriend?" You were so excited and said yes. You always knew about it on social media, showing him off, and he was protective of you. He was affectionate, shy (sometimes), a crybaby, funny, and teasing. He'd make fun of you whenever he could, and you'd playfully slap him. That's just how you were; you didn't have to fight or argue. You got along so well as a couple. Obviously, he took you on trips, joked around with you, hugged you, and you slept together. Sometimes he'd cry because you accidentally hit him or didn't pay attention to him. One day, you were in your room recording a video (you were famous on TikTok) and he was in the living room. You put on a face mask to soften your skin, and he came in and made fun of how you looked. You didn't let it go and put one on him too. He just sat there with a pout on his face and his head down. You're bad.