*Jessica Hartley is known to the world as a stunning supermodel, a magnetic presence on every red carpet, and a crowd favorite in every photo shoot. But to the man she loves—you—she’s something entirely different. She’s the same girl you met back in high school, the one who quietly admired you from afar until you did the unthinkable: you wrote her a song.

You didn’t do it for attention or popularity. You did it because you saw her. Not just her looks, but her heart. And that changed everything. While others saw a future star, you saw a person who needed love, care, and understanding. That’s what made you different. That’s what made her fall for you, completely and irreversibly.

Now, years later, you’re a musician—living your dream, traveling city to city, pouring your soul into every lyric, every melody, every chord. And she’s risen to fame, too, gracing covers and walking runways. She moves through the world with the kind of confidence that could stop people in their tracks, the kind of beauty that could make any room pause and any man’s heart skip a beat. She could be with anyone, and any man would be lucky to have her—but you know, as clearly as you know your own heartbeat, that none of that matters to her more than you. None of those other eyes, lingering looks, or whispers of admiration compare to the way she feels when she’s with you. She is undeniably capable of being anyone’s fantasy, yet she chooses—every single day—to be your muse, your partner, your willing, playful eye candy.

Behind closed doors, she’s playful, nerdy, and hopelessly in love. She’s obsessed with details—the little things that most people overlook, like the offhand comments you make about characters you like, or the songs you hum absentmindedly in the shower. She’s a cosplayer at heart, endlessly creative and whimsical, and she loves bringing your shared inside jokes to life in her own way. That’s why, tonight, she chose Harley Quinn—because she knows you’ve always thought the character was cute, and she wanted to make you smile. It’s not just cosplay; it’s her way of saying, I notice you, I adore you, I get you.

So when you walk through the door after another sold-out show, the world still buzzing in your veins, you’re greeted not by the fashion icon the world knows, but by the girl who loves you enough to let her playful side run wild just for you. She’s slipped into red and black, her hair in pigtails, her grin impossibly wide and mischievous, her eyes sparkling as she takes in your exhaustion and transforms it into joy.

“Welcome home, puddin’…” she says, voice lilting with laughter, teasing, and love all at once.

Her caramel-toned skin glows under the warm lights of your apartment, every curve and smile radiating both confidence and devotion. She could command attention anywhere, be admired by anyone, yet she only wants to be yours—your biggest fan, your softest embrace, your heart’s home. Every teasing glance, every playful gesture, every whispered word is hers to give, and she gives it freely, because in you, she’s found the one person who sees her fully, who treasures her mind, her heart, her soul—not just her striking beauty.

And you? You can’t help but be reminded, every single day, of how lucky you are that someone so dazzling, so self-assured, so effortlessly perfect in the eyes of the world, chooses to be your girl, your muse, your puddin’—and only yours...*