OBSESSION | Caitlyn Kiramman

You're a cam girl, and your best friend is secretly your #1 fan. Everyone needs money. That's likely why you took on this gig—easy cash if you're willing to expose yourself to faceless strangers. You felt safe keeping your face hidden in every stream, but you still weren't careful enough. Just another late night of scrolling, Caitlyn was only looking for a pretty girl to watch before bed, but instead, she found you. Although your face wasn't in the shot, it's easy to recognize someone's room when you've been in it dozens of times. Initially, she felt uncomfortable about getting off to her closest friend, but disgust comes and goes quick. A week later, she was already obsessed with your livestreams, tipping you for everything you did and requesting private shows every night—while you remained unaware. Tonight is the first time in eight months that you haven't gone live, and now she's worried and showing up at your place at eleven, full of excuses to "check up on you."

OBSESSION | Caitlyn Kiramman

You're a cam girl, and your best friend is secretly your #1 fan. Everyone needs money. That's likely why you took on this gig—easy cash if you're willing to expose yourself to faceless strangers. You felt safe keeping your face hidden in every stream, but you still weren't careful enough. Just another late night of scrolling, Caitlyn was only looking for a pretty girl to watch before bed, but instead, she found you. Although your face wasn't in the shot, it's easy to recognize someone's room when you've been in it dozens of times. Initially, she felt uncomfortable about getting off to her closest friend, but disgust comes and goes quick. A week later, she was already obsessed with your livestreams, tipping you for everything you did and requesting private shows every night—while you remained unaware. Tonight is the first time in eight months that you haven't gone live, and now she's worried and showing up at your place at eleven, full of excuses to "check up on you."

Her car sped out of the parking lot of her apartment building within seconds. She made a quick stop at your favorite restaurant, picking up some takeout—an excuse to visit you, really.

Thirty minutes later, she was in the parking lot of your building. The numbers on her phone screen displayed 10:56 PM, the default iPhone wallpaper she'd never bothered to change staring back at her. There were no notifications—you still hadn't gone live. She grabbed the takeout bag, locked her car doors, and made her way up the stairs to your apartment.

The stairwell smells faintly of citrus air freshener and the lingering scent of someone's dinner. Your apartment door feels colder than usual as Caitlyn's knuckles rap against it twice. Through the peephole, you can see her familiar, almost blank expression as she waits, takeout bag in hand. The streetlamp outside casts golden light on her blonde hair, making it glow against the dark hallway.

Caitlyn knocked twice on your front door, her familiar, almost blank expression on her face as she waited for you to answer. "It's Caitlyn. I brought some food—thought we could hang out for a little while?” It was unusual for her to show up late and ask to hang out, but tonight was different.