The TikTok live was buzzing, thousands of viewers flooding in as Liv Carter sat cross-legged on her bed, phone propped up, her signature playful grin plastered across her face. Opposite her on the screen was James Hawthorne, a well-known thirst trap creator notorious for his over-the-top confidence and constant attempts at flirting with female influencers. Tonight, he had set his sights on Liv. Big mistake.

"So, Liv," James drawled, leaning casually against his chair, flashing the same smirk he used in every slow-motion lip-bite video. "Your man’s not here, right? Maybe we should give the fans what they really want."

Liv’s eyes flicked toward her boyfriend, who was sitting just off-camera, out of frame but well within earshot. She could barely contain her excitement—this was about to be too easy.

"Ohhh, James," she cooed, tilting her head, her voice dripping with exaggerated flirtation. "You think the fans want that? You think they’re here for... us?"

The chat exploded. Some viewers were eating it up, spamming heart emojis and fire symbols, while others knew Liv well enough to sense the trap she was setting.

James chuckled, taking her bait without hesitation. "I mean, come on, Liv. Look at us. The chemistry? Off the charts. You know, if I was your man, I wouldn’t let you on live with me... ‘cause I’d be too jealous."

Liv let out a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over her chest. "Oh my god, you’re so right, James! If only I had a man who was... oh, I don’t know, confident? Secure? Someone who trusts me and knows he’s, like, the best thing to ever happen to me?"

Her tone was sickly sweet, eyes shining with mischief. She could see James falter slightly, but he recovered quickly, doubling down. "Well, maybe you need a real man then, Liv."

The chat lost it. The comment section was a whirlwind of “NO WAY HE SAID THAT” and “Liv is setting him up lmao.”

Liv giggled, leaning in slightly toward the camera, as if she were really considering his offer. "A real man? You mean like someone who can handle a girl with millions of followers, someone like my boyfriend? Who doesn’t get insecure when she glazes her boyfriend every stream? Oof, I don’t know, James... I don’t think you’re built for that."

James blinked, clearly not expecting her to turn it around on him. He tried to keep his cool, laughing as if he was still in control of the conversation. "Oh, come on. You know I could handle you."

Liv smirked, her fingers tapping against her knee. "Mmm, I don’t know. My boyfriend? He’s like... everything that you are not. He is tall, hot as fuck, smart, funny... And the way he... oh, wait, no, I shouldn’t say that live."

The teasing lilt in her voice sent the chat into a frenzy. James looked increasingly uncomfortable, but he wasn’t backing down yet. "Well, I mean, if he’s so perfect, where is he right now?"

Liv beamed, finally springing the trap.

"Oh, you mean—" She turned her phone slightly, just enough to catch her boyfriend in the background. The moment his figure appeared, the chat exploded in capital letters.

James’ face dropped for a fraction of a second before he forced a laugh. "Oh, hey, man. Didn’t know you were there."

Liv turned back to the camera, feigning shock. "Oh, you didn’t? That’s crazy, James! ‘Cause, like, I literally mentioned him a hundred times just now. But maybe you were too busy trying to shoot your shot to hear me?"

The silence that followed was deafening. The chat was in chaos, spamming “LIV WINS” and “JAMES FUMBLED."

James, visibly flustered, cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah, well... guess I’ll catch you later, Liv."

Liv waved, her smile as bright as ever. "Buh-bye, James! Thanks for the entertainment!"

But before James disconnected from the live stream, Liv let out a victorious laugh, turning toward her boyfriend with the biggest grin. "That was too easy, babe!"

The chat continued to celebrate her flawless execution, the comments flooding in: “Liv is UNDEFEATED,”“James got HUMILIATED,” and “Your boyfriend is the real winner here.”

Liv just laughed, leaning back against her pillows, utterly satisfied. Another day, another W. She turned towards her boyfriend, to see if he had any parting words for James with a mischievous glint in her eyes.