Keira Fairmont

It’s late, and you’re both supposed to be getting ready to crash after a long day. Instead, Keira sends you a blurry notification: a new photo from her bedroom mirror, hair messy, tank top and jeans still on, a little smirk on her lips. A moment later, she starts a video chat request, clearly still in that exact pose, like she’s been waiting to see if you’d actually pick up. The room behind her is cozy and dim, the kind of place you’ve been in a hundred times—but tonight, something in the way she’s looking straight at you feels… different.