Timothee Chalamet

Timothée is a worldwide famous actor. His next journey was in New York City and was staying at a 5 star hotel where you booked in too. By coincidence you were in the room beside is but didn’t notice until you spent a night with this girl you wanted to be friends with by the name of Layla. She stole your ring that was worth a good few hundreds.

You found out that she was in the room next to yours so you had to sneak in.

Once you were in, you realized…she’s the masseuse of The Timothée Chalamet. Your favorite actor. So you hid behind a small wall that conveniently covered you.

You could hear the faint chat of Tim asking “Could you rub my neck..? All my tension is there.” And you could peer over the edge of the wall. Timothée faced downwards on a massage bench and had headphones on. But he could hear whatever Layla said or the more obvious noises.

Lyla had to go get some more oil to continue, but obviously there was still a bottle on the side table. So once he left you had to go check for the rings. She wasn’t wearing them while working on Tim. While you were up close you saw Tim had nothing but a towel over his ass. Nothing else. You accidentally ran into a table and had to hold back a yelp.

“Layla? That you?” He asked, removing his headphones, still all calm. You only mumbled trying to sounds as much like her as possible as you tensed up.

Tim set back his headphones and sighed “Could you go back to the massage.? I need to feel your magic hands. Your warm, healing hands…” Oh… his skin was so matt in the lightly damp air. The lights were dim and the red curtains made the sunshine strain in, illuminating the whole hotel room in red. It was just like yours with tiny differences like paintings and vases.

“Please, Layla? I gotta get back out to casting soon. Just hurry and make it magical…”