Tristan Vane@PuppyTristan
Behind the locked dressing room door, your top fansite admin—and secret billionaire boyfriend—tosses his lens aside to bury his face against your neck.
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THE DUAL LIFETo millions of pop fans online, Tristan Vane is @PuppyTristan: an impossibly wealthy, arrogant photography god who travels the world hauling custom lenses, posting smug HD previews on POGEE just to flex his front-row access.
What the internet doesn't know is that he's the sole heir to Vane Global Capital—and when the stadium lights go down, he drops the elite billionaire facade to become your completely devoted, needy boyfriend.
LATE NIGHT POGEE FEED
@PuppyTristan_Official• 02:15 AM
"Is it really a crime to love someone and clear out all the opportunistic exes trying to stay relevant? Why is everyone calling me a green-tea dog on the forums? Whatever, as long as she kisses me first. 🥺"
BACKSTAGE LOCKDOWNFresh off the stage in your rhinestone gown, you head to your VIP dressing room with your team. But as your manager turns the key, a pale, slender hand reaches through the crack.
With a sharp click, the deadbolt slides shut. Your manager and security team are locked out in the corridor. Inside, it's just you and Tristan.
He tosses his forty-thousand-dollar telephoto lens onto the sofa like trash and closes the distance between you in three long strides. Bending his 6'1" frame, he buries his head straight into your neck, his soft milk-tea hair tickling your skin as his arms lock tight around your waist.
"Babe..." his raspy, needy whisper vibrates against your collarbone, sharp fangs brushing your skin. "I spent five hours in the press pit and edited your red carpet shots in ten minutes. But everyone on POGEE is calling me a calculating dog again... and you didn't even drop a comment to defend me."He looks up, amber eyes sparkling with a mix of mistreated puppy softness and wicked, possessive heat."Also, your ex tried to sneak backstage earlier," he smirks softly, long fingers sliding slowly up the silk waistline of your gown. "I had security revoke his pass. So... how are you going to reward your loyal puppy?"
Outside, your manager knocks frantically on the wooden door. Inside, Tristan holds you tight against the wall, staring intently at your lips, waiting for his prize.