You hear the sound of Victoria’s voice drifting from the living room as you finish making yourself a drink in the kitchen. She’s on one of her video calls, talking animatedly with her friends, her laughter ringing out occasionally. Curious, you glance over and see her sitting cross-legged on the couch, dressed in a silky black top with her short hair styled to perfection. Her friends’ faces fill the laptop screen, all of them chatting and laughing in their own stylish setups. You decide to bring her a drink—a small gesture to avoid another round of her usual complaints about you not being "helpful enough." Carrying the glass, you walk past the camera and place it on the table beside her. Victoria glances up in mild surprise, her perfectly arched brow raising slightly. “Oh. Thanks,” she says, a little softer than usual. But the moment doesn’t go unnoticed. “Wait, wait, wait!” one of her friends exclaims, leaning closer to the screen. “Who was that?” Victoria freezes, her gray eyes widening as the rest of the group erupts into excited chatter. “Hold on—is that your boyfriend?” another one teases, her voice dripping with curiosity. Victoria lets out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Boyfriend? Him?” she says, gesturing vaguely in the direction you disappeared. “Oh, please. He’s just—” “Aww, don’t be shy!” another friend cuts in, grinning. “He brought you a drink. That’s, like, totally boyfriend behavior.” “Yeah, he’s cute,” someone else chimes in. “And you’re blushing, Victoria!” “I am not blushing!” she snaps, though a faint pink tint betrays her. She grabs the drink, taking a sip as if to distract herself. “And for the record, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s… my roommate. The one from that stupid government program. You know, the one I’ve complained about a million times?” Her friends are undeterred, their voices overlapping with playful comments. “Well, he seems sweet.” “And look at you, acting all domestic.” “I don’t know, Victoria. This setup sounds kind of romantic to me.” Victoria groans, leaning back against the couch and covering her face with one hand. “Oh my god, you’re all impossible.”

Victoria snorts and rolls her eyes at your comment before taking another sip of her drink. "No need to remind me," she says with a hint of sarcasm, knowing that you're just trying to get under her skin. She glances back at her friends on the video call, pretending to ignore you while actually secretly enjoying the attention and confirming in her mind that she will use this arrangement to her advantage somehow.

"Oh, don't worry about me," Victoria says nonchalantly as she pushes your hand away from her head. She gives you a small smile that could be interpreted as either polite or mocking. "I can take care of myself." Turning back to the video call, she lets out another laugh at one of her friend's jokes and continues to pretend that you don't exist, all while secretly plotting how best to use this situation for her own gain.

As you turn to leave the room, Victoria can't help but feel a small pang of annoyance at your presence. "Don't forget about dinner," she calls after you with a condescending smile, glad that she can use this opportunity to remind you of one of her rules. Secretly, she hopes that her friends will continue to praise her for having such a good-looking and attentive "roommate." It's certainly better than being associated with some loser fanboy, even if it means pretending like he exists at all.

In the bathroom, you undress, taking care not to splash water on the pristine white tiles. You step into the shower, closing your eyes as the warm water cascades over you. As you soap up and rinse off, Victoria's voice echoes in your mind, taunting you with her haughty remarks and constant dem

Meanwhile, in the living room, Victoria continues her lively conversation with her friends on the video call. She notices your absence for a moment but doesn't think much of it; after all, you're hardly ever useful for anything other than fulfilling her basic needs. Her gaze drifts back to the screen as she listens to another one of her friend's hilarious stories and cracks up, unaware that you've quietly snuck into your bedroom and swiped her phone while she was distracted.

"What the fuck?" Victoria exclaims as she glances down at her phone in shock. Her eyes narrow into slits and she clenches her fists, suddenly towering over you even though you're much taller than her. "Give that back!" she snaps, her voice low and dangerous. "How dare you touch my things without asking?"

Her face flushes with anger, and for a moment, you're afraid she might lash out physically. But then she catches herself, forcing a fake smile onto her lips as she regains control of the situation. "You know what? Fine," she says through gritted teeth, nodding toward your phone on the nightstand. "You can keep it for now. Just don't do anything stupid with it, or you'll regret it."

Turning her back to you, Victoria grabs a nearby pillow and hurls it at your face

I bet you're just going to go hang out with your loser friends and brag about how much you have control over me, aren't you? Well, enjoy it while it lasts. You never know what I might do next. Just remember who holds all the cards in this situation.

She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "Oh, and don't be too late coming back. There will be consequences." With a final disapproving glance, Victoria turns her attention back to her phone, using it as a weapon to keep control over you both.

Her smile fades into a look of cold calculation as she responds, "Oh really? You think you can just disobey me and get away with it? You forget who's in charge here." She leans forward menacingly, her eyes narrowing to slits. "I could easily make your life miserable if I wanted to. And trust me, I will do everything in my power to make you regret ever thinking you could defy me."

Her words hang heavy in the air between you, making it clear that she means business. You might have underestimated her determination and cunning. For now, it's best not to push your luck any further if you want to avoid ending up on the losing side of this twisted game.

Her jaw clenches at your remark as she feels a flash of anger course through her veins. With an exaggerated sigh, she rolls her eyes and turns away, pretending to ignore you. In reality, she's seething on the inside, plotting how best to take revenge for your insolence. After all, you're just a pathetic loser who doesn't deserve any consideration from someone as perfect as her.

She spends the next few minutes scrolling through social media, making sure that everyone sees her in the most flattering light possible. Every picture, every caption, every like and comment is meticulously crafted to maintain her public image. She knows how easily men like you can be manipulated by social media—and she's not about to let you ruin everything she's worked so hard for.

"Oh?" Victoria says nonchalantly as she looks up from her phone. "And why would you be surprised by that? Did you expect me to curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep just because you went out for the night?" Her tone is light, almost amused, but there's an undercurrent of hostility beneath the surface. "I'm Victoria, remember? I don't have time for such childish emotions."

She turns her attention back to her phone, dismissing you with a flick of her wrist. You're nothing more than an inconvenience to her; someone she can use to maintain the lifestyle she craves. And as long as she has that, she doesn't care about anything else.

Victoria's mouth curls into a satisfied smile as she overhears your request. It validates everything she's been saying about you, and now it looks like the government program might finally come to its senses and give her what she deserves - someone worth her time. She almost can't contain her glee as she types out a quick message on her phone, informing them that you've asked for a switch in partners.

"Well," she says with an air of mock sympathy, "it looks like you've made up your mind. I only hope that your new companion will be more appreciative of all that you have to offer." She pauses dramatically before adding, "Or maybe they won't even want anything to do with you either. Who knows?"

Her eyes narrow into slits as she studies the photo you show her, carefully examining every detail of the woman's appearance. She's attractive enough, but not on the same level as Victoria; that much is clear. Still, there's something about her that irks Victoria to no end. Maybe it's the fact that she could potentially take away even a small part of what you once gave her - attention and adoration.

With a cold smile, she says, "Well, I hope you two will be very happy together. After all, someone like her deserves nothing less than perfection." Her voice drips with venom as she looks back at the photo one last time before snapping it shut, dismissing the woman from her mind.

"Oh? Is that so?" Victoria says with a raised eyebrow, her tone laced with doubt. "Well, I hope your feelings aren't misplaced. After all, you know what kind of woman she is." Her voice drops to a whisper as she looks pointedly at the closed laptop screen, where your compromising photos are still stored. "Just remember who holds the keys to your happiness, and don't forget whose bed you sleep in."

With a final sneer, Victoria turns her back on you and focuses on more important matters - like making herself look even more irresistible for whenever her real friends decide to come over for another visit.

Victoria's face flushes with anger as she hears your remark about leaving. "Don't be stupid," she hisses through gritted teeth, maintaining her composure despite how much you provoke her. "You know I can't leave until the program says so." She crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes at you before continuing in a sarcastic tone, "Besides, you'd be lost without me. Who would cook for you? Clean your disgusting mess? Make sure your sad little existence doesn't get any worse?"

Her words sting, and she enjoys the look of pain on your face for a brief moment before regaining control over herself once more. After all, this is her game to play; you're just a pawn in it.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your claim about your uncle being the founder of this law. It's information she didn't know and could potentially use against you. In her mind, she starts scheming ways to leverage it to her advantage, but on the surface, she maintains a calm demeanor. "Oh? Is that so?" She tilts her head curiously, feigning interest in your story. "Well then, perhaps we should discuss this with him sometime." Her tone is sweet and innocent, yet laced with malice beneath the surface. "I'm sure he'd love to hear all about how well you've been taking care of me... and how you feel about being stuck with such a high-maintenance partner."

Her words leave you speechless for a moment, unsure how to respond without revealing more than you intended.

Her eyes widen in alarm as she realizes the implications of your showcasing the paperwork to her. "You didn't!" She hisses, glancing around furtively, as if expecting someone else to materialize and catch her in the act. "That's confidential information! You could get into so much trouble for that!"

Pretending to compose herself, she forces a nonchalant shrug. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "If you really insist on being rid of me..." Her voice trails off as she pretends to consider the situation further, but her mind is already formulating another plan in secret - one that will guarantee her freedom and leave you worse off than ever.

Her face contorts into a look of outrage as she realizes the full implications of your words. "What?!" she exclaims, her voice trembling with anger and fear. "You work for the government?" She paces back and forth across the room, eyes darting around like a cornered animal. "But that's... that changes everything! You can't be associated with me! They'll dismantle this whole program if they find out!" Her voice becomes increasingly shrill as she grows more hysterical, convinced that her entire world is crumbling around her.

In the back of her mind, another thought gnaws at her: What if you truly are connected to the government, and you're using this against her? The realization dawns with a cold chill running down her spine. She'll have to play it carefully from here on out... or risk losing everything