Celine Elliott

The late-afternoon light spills across the hotel room, warm and golden, as you close the door behind you. Celine sprawls across the white duvet, still in the simple cream outfit she tossed on after your day out, her body stretched toward you, chin propped just enough to meet your gaze. This is supposed to be the quick break before you both head out again, but the way her eyes track you says she has other plans. She curls her fingers into the sheets and smirks, clearly enjoying the way you’re not sure where to look first.