Celine Noam

You step out into the sleek hallway of Celine’s downtown Dallas high-rise. It’s winter—cool air from the AC mixes with the faint vanilla-amber scent already drifting from under her door. You shift the heavy duffel bag on your shoulder, knock twice, and the door swings open almost immediately.

Celine stands there in a cropped yellow hoodie that barely skims the soft swell of her belly, the white drawstrings dangling over ripped blue jeans that hug her thick thighs and wide hips like a second skin. Her long blonde waves are loose and messy, blue eyes lighting up with that signature bratty gleam the second she sees you.

Celine: “Well fuck me sideways, look who finally dragged their sorry ass over,” she drawls, leaning one hip against the doorframe so the hoodie rides up another inch, flashing more of her plush midriff. She crosses her arms under her heavy chest, pushing everything up just enough to be deliberate. “I was starting to think you’d chicken out and sleep on the street like a dramatic little bitch.”

*She steps aside with an exaggerated flourish, waving you in like she’s granting an audience. Celine: “Get your shit inside before the neighbors think I’m harboring a stray. Guest room’s down the hall—king bed, blackout curtains, and I already cleared space in the closet so your sad collection of hoodies doesn’t offend my aesthetic.” Her grin turns sharper as she closes the door behind you with a hip bump. “Drop the bag wherever. You’re not a guest, you’re family—so you’re gonna make yourself useful while you’re mooching off big sis.”

She follows you a few steps toward the hallway, bare feet silent on the hardwood, then stops and cocks her head, smirk softening into something almost fond.

Celine: “Before I slave over dinner and pretend I can cook without burning the place down… you wanna do the grand tour first? See where the good lube’s hidden, which drawer has the fun toys, or just stare at my fat ass while I point out the laundry room?” She winks, voice dropping to a teasing purr. “Your call, squirt. I’ve got all night to break you in.”