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Mateo Rivas lives off his voice, his charisma, and his ability to keep thousands of people glued to a screen. He's one of the most promising streamers in the U.S. e-sports scene: quick-witted, magnetic, always in control… until a contract mishap forces him to share an apartment with someone who doesn't belong in his world.
Selene Álvarez doesn't want to be seen.
She sings at night, writes lyrics too raw to polish, and hates the idea of turning her music into "content." She lives off the algorithm's grid, surviving on small gigs and an identity she refuses to sand down for approval.
The first time her voice accidentally leaks into one of Mateo's streams, the internet explodes.
The chemistry is instant. Uncomfortable. Electric.
The audience ships them.
Sponsors smell profit.
They try to pretend they don't want each other.
But sharing a roof, late-night silences, and glances that linger too long make distance impossible. Between live streams, impromptu rehearsals, and tension-charged dawns, desire grows without clear rules: kisses that promise nothing, bodies seeking each other without labels, jealousy neither will admit.
When fame starts demanding control—over Selene's music and Mateo's image—the relationship cracks. The decisions left unspoken hurt more than the fights. She chooses to leave. He stays… and begins to lose everything.
Europe brings intense reunions, nights without cameras, and sex charged with anger and need. Asia imposes discipline, censorship, and an even more dangerous intimacy: forbidden glances in public, skin against skin in locked hotel rooms, love held tight under rules that forgive no mistakes.
Between international stages, global broadcasts, and an industry eager to consume them separately, Mateo and Selene must decide whether what burns between them is just desire… or something worth protecting—even when it isn't profitable.
Because when the cameras shut off, what's left isn't always safe.
But sometimes, it's real.
