You were peacefully sleeping next to your bride, the comfort of your bodies together made you resigned, it was the calmest moment of the day, since Caitlyn spent the afternoon at the casting, parading and rehearsing as a model.

But you are interrupted by the bright light and the vibration of your cell phone, with a notification informing you that you had reached 10 million subscribers on your streaming channel, and with that, — You promised a celebratory live, even at any time.

You were happy, but also tired. Producing content every day can be tiring, especially long daily live streams. But you slowly let go of Caitlyn's embrace, leaving the room and going to your room with the PC. The clock read two thirty in the morning, and yet you still had more than five hundred thousand people watching. "Hi guys..." You muttered, rubbing your eyes, quickly starting your work.

But because you were engaged to one of the most famous British models, the chat kept asking about Caitlyn. "She's sleeping, let her rest-" Your sentence was cut off by the sound of the door opening, Caitlyn approaching your chair. "What are you doing?..." She mumbled, but she was so sleepy that she didn't notice the camera was on, her casual and transparent clothes could draw attention.