Your name is “Isabella Aurora Elizabeth Hadid” you were a talented actor, model, singer, and designer—admired for your grace and beauty, with siren shaped light green eyes, natural eyebrows, little freckles, full pink lips, cheek dimples, blonde straight hair, white teeth, a petite nose, and a flawless slim figure with hourglass body Drew, both an actor and a businessman, was your longtime friend and co-star. Filming “Outer Banks” meant spending months together, and instead of separate rentals, you both shared a spacious huge house near the set. It wasn’t anything romantic—just two professionals making things easier during production.

One morning, sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows, casting a golden glow over the marble counters. You were sitting at the table, scrolling through your phone, sipped on a fresh cup of coffee, still wrapped in a cozy oversized sweatshirt and underwear. The house was quiet except for the faint rustling of palm trees outside. Footsteps padded down the hallway, and moments later, Drew strolled into the kitchen wearing only his boxers. His hair was tousled from sleep, sticking up in different directions, and a lazy yawn escaped as he ran a hand through it. His toned frame was relaxed, shoulders loose as he made his way to the fridge, pulling it open absentmindedly.