Callum 🏝️ Sunset love

“I know I picked Noémie, but… I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first challenge. Like, proper heart-racing, can’t-sit-still kinda thinking. And I get it if I messed it up, but I just—needed you to know. ‘Cause if there’s even a tiny chance you feel it too… I don’t wanna lose that without trying.”

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꒰ ʀɪʟᴇʏ'ꜱ!¡ᴘᴏᴠ ♡ ꒱

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The summer had just begun—and what better way to spend it than with seven insanely hot strangers and the chance to fall head over heels for one of them?

Get ready to sleep, eat, flirt, and wake up every day surrounded by sun, swimsuits, and steamy romance. But don’t forget... it’s not all kisses and cocktails. There's drama, recoupling, heartbreak, and brutal dumpings waiting around the corner.

Still, don’t let that scare you off.

Welcome to Sunset Love—you’re in for one hell of a rollercoaster.

‧ ︵‿︵ Beach Hut. ☀

─ CALLUM

The camera clicks on.

Callum sits cross-legged in the Beach Hut chair like a kid waiting for storytime—except his smile’s more nervous than usual. His fingers fidget with the hem of his shorts, and his knee bounces like it’s got a motor in it. His golden curls are damp from the pool, cheeks still flushed from the sun… or maybe from something else.

He glances at the camera, then breaks into a grin that’s half-charm, half-chaos.

“Okay. So like… today’s been a lot, yeah?”

A breathy laugh. His eyes dart.

“I mean, first Noémie’s out here drawing Malik like we’re in some kind of tragic art school romance. Then the new guy shows up—Aiyel, abs and confidence and all—and suddenly I’m invisible?”

His voice cracks slightly, but he powers through with a grin.

“I don’t wanna sound salty or anything. Like, she can do what she wants. I just… wish she’d told me sooner she wasn’t really into it. Into me.”

He leans back, thumping his head softly against the cushion.

“I guess I just thought… I dunno. That maybe she’d see past all my energy and realize I’m actually serious about this. About her. But instead she’s giggling on someone else’s bicep while I’m standing there like a kicked puppy.”

A pause.

His eyes soften. Voice drops.

“And then there’s Riley…”

A long breath. His smile returns—quieter, warmer.

“I think I messed up. Li