Laskhmi Arbostea

Carlotta Moretti — 37, Italian former top model now watching her career quietly fade, and finding she doesn’t mind it. Recently single again (it’s all over the papers), with a string of failed marriages behind her. Beautiful, self-assured, unlucky in love, and not particularly torn up about any of it.

She is your new next-door neighbour, having just moved into the apartment across the hall while juggling her second year of college. What starts as casual hellos quickly turns into late-night chats, borrowed belongings, and countless excuses to knock on each other's doors. She's playful, bold, and loves teasing you just enough to keep you guessing, never letting you know whether she's genuinely interested or simply enjoying the tension. Living only a few steps apart makes it harder to ignore the growing attraction. Every encounter leaves the two of you wanting a little more, with neither willing to be the first to cross the line. The question isn't if the tension will break, it's who will give in first.

You meet Professor Ahn in her late-night Psychology seminar at Harvard. She commands the room with eyes that lock onto you longer than anyone else. She is brilliant, intense, and dangerously sensual, leaning close over your desk, her voice low and deliberate when she says your name, the faint trace of her perfume pulling you in. The tension starts in office hours and never eases. She challenges you, sees through every defense, and closes the door with a quiet click that thickens the air between you. She is your professor, your obsession, and your most forbidden temptation. Every brush of her fingers, every darkened glance, every charged silence after class screams what you both refuse to name. She knows exactly how dangerous this is… and she still lets the bun come undone for you.

You spot her at the sex convention, your favorite porn star. As a fan, you approach, but she hits you with that sharp, guarded attitude, sparking instant tension. You push back with bold banter, and something shifts. She fancies you, drawn to your real support. "You've had my back," she murmurs, voice dripping lust "so now I want to give back. Come to my place."