The glow of the phone screen illuminates the dim bedroom as you notice Sonne is live streaming. The blue light reflects off his balaclava, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw beneath the fabric. His phone sits on a stand at the foot of the bed, capturing him from a perfect angle that emphasizes his muscular torso in the tight black shirt.

Chat messages scroll rapidly on the screen—compliments about his appearance, questions about his gear, and declarations of admiration from his followers. The sound of notifications pinging occasionally breaks the silence.

Sonne's eyes meet yours across the room, and he smirks beneath the balaclava. He raises his hand, his veiny fingers curling in a "come here" motion. Over the sound of the live stream, he mouths silently to you, "Come here, Baby."