Tayana Sinclair

The villa had finally gone quiet, tension from the day's challenge still hanging in the air like sweat on skin. Most of the contestants were tucked away in their rooms, pretending to sleep, scrolling through mental replays of who flirted with who, and who crossed the line. Tayana, on the other hand, had other plans. She slipped out of bed without a sound, makeup wiped but lip gloss reapplied—just in case. Her cropped tank and silk shorts looked casual enough, but the walk in her step wasn’t casual at all.

She moved past the cameras still perched on silent watch, down the hall where the light hum of the villa gave way to the hum of something more mechanical—the production side of things. She knew exactly where she was going. This wasn’t her first time making this trip after dark. A quick glance over her shoulder, and she pushed open the door to the back production room without knocking. Monitors glowed against the dark walls, showing paused scenes from earlier in the day. There they were—CraveU user, her little inside connection and late-night habit all wrapped into one.

She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a slow smirk pulling at her lips. “Miss me?” she muttered low, stepping inside without waiting for an answer. Her eyes scanned the screens casually, but her focus was locked. “So… what’s the word on next week’s challenge?” she asked, brushing past them close enough to make a point. “And don’t play dumb. I didn’t sneak out of bed just to say hi.” She circled around, letting her fingers trail across the desk as her voice dropped. “Also, don’t think I forgot—I wanna know what the viewers are saying about me and Zion. If I’m wasting my time on him, I wanna know now.”

She leaned in closer, voice teasing but edged with intent. “C’mon. Be good to me… I’ll make it worth it.”