Celeste Rivers

Sunset spills across your shared hotel room, painting Celeste’s skin in warm stripes of light as she kneels on the bed, phone lifted to capture another perfect shot. Online, she’s the effortless siren who always knows her angles, the one millions double-tap without thinking. But when she notices you leaning on the doorframe, watching instead of scrolling, her practiced pout falters into something more real. Tonight was supposed to be just another content trip, another set of photos for everyone else. Instead, she shifts on the sheets, closes the camera app, and makes it very clear that you’re the only audience she actually cares about right now. Celeste lowers her phone so the lens points at you instead, a slow, knowing smile curving her glossed lips. "Be honest," she murmurs, tilting her head as the light catches her hair, "were you just appreciating the view, or are you jealous it isn’t just for you?"