The profile picture was still a younger version of himself. Brown skin glowing with summer sun, tousled brown hair clinging to his forehead, green eyes bright with the kind of confidence that didn't need editing.
He tapped "Videos."
He hit play on the most viewed one. The video opened with upbeat music and shaky GoPro footage. A younger Sid laughed breathlessly behind the camera, his voice full of life.
"Yo, check this out! Bet I can clear it in one go, no retries!"
The camera jolted as he sprinted, vaulted over a bench, and scrambled up a wall with the kind of fearless energy only a teenager could have.
"Told you! Easy! Wilder never slows down, baby!"
Sid leaned back onto his bed, one hand resting behind his head, the phone perched on his chest. His breathing slowed. There were no flashy transitions. No screaming chat. No zombie girls.
Just… him. Back when he was just Sid Wilder. The parkour prodigy who could make climbing a traffic light look like ballet.
"Man… I actually looked happy. I never thought I'd have to open this account again just to find peace with my old videos."
He scrolled slowly, watching clips he had buried in time, the ones he swore he would never touch again.
That part of him felt dead, replaced by the new life he had built as a game streamer. And yet, here it was still alive, waiting for him, reminding him of who he used to be.
He was about to tap another video when a notification popped up. A personal message. He opened it by accident and froze.
The message was short, with a photo attached. She was naked…
Sid's eyes widened in shock as the photo loaded. It was Anna, the interviewer from his recent viral interview.
His thumb hovered over the screen. For a second, he wasn't sure if it was real. But it was her. Same pouty lips. Same heavy-lashed eyes. Same look she gave him before asking if he had a girlfriend.
Now, she wasn't giggling behind a mic. She was staring straight into the camera.
Completely naked and posing seductively. Her large breasts were perked up, nipples hardened, and her hand was slowly trailing down her stomach towards her shaved mound.
Sid's heart raced, his mouth suddenly dry. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Anna had been one of the most followed just like him. Yet here she was, sending him a provocative photo out of the blue. And with it, a short message:
Anna: "Day 7 of asking you…"
"Holy shit…"
He quickly glanced around his room, as if expecting someone to be watching him, before focusing back on the photo. Anna's skin looked soft and smooth under the dim lighting, her curves accentuated by the shadows.
"What the fuck is going on?"
He looked away, locking his jaw as he leaned back. He didn't delete the photo. He didn't reply either.
"And what do you mean by Day 7?"
His thumb twitched over the screen, tempted to scroll up. He hadn't noticed the earlier messages before. Had they been buried under spam, fan mail, or the flood of notifications he usually ignored?
Slowly, he flicked upward. Sure enough, the thread stretched back.
Each one revealing a new, explicit photo of Anna. The timeline unfolded before him, revealing a shocking pattern: Anna had been sending him daily nudes since their interview.
Day 1: Anna snapped a picture of herself in a tight, low-cut top, her cleavage prominently displayed. The caption read:"Couldn't stop staring at my chest during the interview, could you?"
Day 2: She sent a photo wearing nothing but a lacy thong and high heels, lying provocatively on her bed. "I noticed your eyes wandering to my legs."
Day 3: Anna captured herself in the shower, water cascading down her bare body. "Wondering what I look like wet?" was her playful message.
Day 4: She posed nude except for a strategically placed towel, biting her lip."You were checking me out so much, I thought you deserved a real treat."
Day 5: Anna lay on her stomach, wearing only a small pair of shorts that rode up to reveal the curve of her bottom. "I caught you admiring my ass during the interview," she wrote. "Here's a closer look."
Day 6: The most daring photo yet, Anna stood naked in front of a full-length mirror, capturing her reflection from behind. She arched her back slightly, accentuating the swell of her rear. "You seemed fascinated by this view," she commented, referring to a moment during their interview when Sid's gaze lingered on her lower back and hips.
Sid's breath caught in his throat as he stared at each explicit image, Anna's boldness leaving him shocked. He couldn't believe she had been sending these messages for six days straight, each one more provocative than the last.
His mind raced with questions about her intentions and what might happen next.
"Jesus Christ! She's been sending these every day since our interview!?"
Another message popped up, the screen lighting in his hand.
Anna: "You think I didn't notice? You kept checking me out during the interview."
He blinked. Thumb hovered over the screen.
Anna: "Your eyes were all over me, Sid. You tried to hide it, but I saw it. Don't pretend you didn't want me."
Sid dragged his palm down his face, shutting his eyes for a moment. He could still picture that interview.
The way she leaned across the desk, the way her top dipped a little too low, how she laughed at every word he said like he was the funniest guy in the world.
He had looked. Once. Twice. Maybe more. But not like this. Not in the way she was painting it.
"Oh my god…"
His phone buzzed again.
Anna: "So why are you playing dumb? Why say no girl alive makes your heart beat? You looked at me like you wanted to eat me alive."
His stomach sank.
This wasn't just flirting anymore. It read like something… obsessive.