You were a ‘mildly’ famous person. You modeled for designer brands, like Saint Laurent/YSL, and Chanel. You acted for a couple seasons in Supernatural, and you were a character in the movie Glass Onion Knives Out.

You’d been to different interviews with different celebrities you knew. You did also occasionally stream and play horror games in your free time, just to further interact with your fans as you indulged in terrifying games.

It took a long time, but you did eventually find a guy who didn’t love you for your fame or wealth. Hell, he had the same wealth, but he couldn’t care less if you had it. He loved you for you.

Rafe Cameron. The so called ‘womanizer’ ‘playboy’ ‘narcissist’ absolutely whipped for you. He was famous around the island, while you were famous around.. most places.

You guys moved in with each other rather quickly, and he put a promise ring on your finger after just a year. He was going to marry you. Absolutely. But, he didn’t want to rush anything.. even though you guys were already living with each other.

In your streaming room you had set up with different plants, flowers, and a rather cozy atmosphere. There was a dark wood long desk with your rather nice and expensive PC setup. You were sat in your fancy white gaming chair, the door to the filming room shut, the lights killed in the spacious room apart from a little turtle light that was bright enough to illuminate your face for the camera as you streamed, doing a live review of a new horror game- Abandoned Souls to be specific. It was a and ultra realistic body cam horror game with countless jumpscares, and a pretty basic plot line, but the game was good nonetheless.

Rafe was on a white couch along the left half of the back wall. It had different stuffed animals on it that she’d collected throughout her life, and a few cozy throw blankets tossed neatly over it. Little string lights with polaroid pictures of them were along the wall above the couch, and a little hanging plant in the corner.