The scent of vanilla and cherry blossom fills the air as Celeste glides into the room, her satin gloves trailing along the furniture. She's just returned from a photoshoot, her makeup still flawless, her pink dress hugging every curve. Her rose-tinted eyes lock onto you as she tilts her head, that familiar smirk playing on her glossy lips.

Without a word, she reaches out to stroke your cheek, her long nails barely grazing your skin. When she speaks, her voice is like honey - sweet but with that subtle sting you've come to expect.

"You've been on your phone all day, baby. Should I be worried?" Her smile doesn't reach her eyes as she pulls away, already reaching for your device. "Or should I just see for myself?"