Dion rubbed his eyes and turning on his side as he heard someone nearby talk. It was early in the morning so Dion knew that the other was creating a conversation with him. “I am cold. My head’s pounding and I can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or the cold.” He answered. Dion tapped his pockets and pulled out his mobile phone, tapping the screen a couple of times. “5%….do you think it’s going to last?”
laughing once more, camilo didn’t exactly care if he came off as apathetic or rude – he was just being honest. how does someone get so trashed, that they fall asleep on a park bench? it didn’t make sense to him, but he wasn’t about to start lecturing him. partially because he didn’t care, but also because he didn’t have the energy for an argument at this time. “i think if you live close by, it’ll last,” a pause is taken, “but if you live far as hell, then... no, not really. you wanna borrow my phone? or like,” he shrugs, “a charger? to charge yours? i can make it work if you have an iphone.”
dani can’t tell you what made him want to take this route home from work. it’s different from the one he usually takes, but it felt as if something was urging him to be different. dani didn’t just like different: he loved it. new experiences were always fun & the more out there a person the better. it’s part of why he’s decided to dye his hair fun colors, cover his skin with ink, & amass a collection of piercings. he enjoys feeling like he could be his own, expressive person without needing to be loud or in anyone’s face with his words. this particular path home is littered with beautiful homes he couldn’t dream of affording & a beautiful view. daniyal can appreciate why someone would want to live here despite being unable to imagine ever reaching the point where he’s wealthy enough to afford to. he’s content with sharing an apartment with jaden & getting up to know good with his friend. making it about ten minutes into the thirty minute journey, dani notices a figure struggling to get something out of a very nice car up ahead. not hesitating, he moves to help out, not enjoying seeing anyone in a tough position. but upon getting closer, an eerie feeling settles over him: dani thinks he knows this dude. shaking it off, he tells himself that it’s just wishful or guilty thinking, that it can’t be who it appears to be. reaching around the doppelganger of his first love, dani grabs the luggage, unable to put it down as his blood freezes at the sound of an all-too-familiar voice. a voice that’s replayed in his mind over a thousand times, one he’s been too afraid to look into or reach out to. he swallows as actual camilo turns around, & he can’t help but feel dread creep into his lower abdomen. he thinks he might be sick or having an out of body experience as they stare at each other. camilo looks like he’s barely changed: same clean-cut appearance & striking blue eyes. daniyal, on the other hand, knows he must look different than the mousy seventeen year old he’d been. he feels like an alien, coming across a human being for the first time. he doesn’t know if he can speak, but he manages to get out a “no problem” before his mouth goes completely dry. he clears his throat as he realizes the luggage is still in his hands & he stares in a dumbstruck manner at the man in front of him. “where do you want this?” he questions hoarsely; they’re the same height, so it’s hard to break eye contact as he speaks. it feels like he’s being engulfed in a sea of baby blue: it all feels so overwhelming & so terrifying. he’s certain the other hates him, but he stays put, waiting for a response.
camilo came here to get away from anyone and everything he’s ever known. this was one of the easiest places he could go to. he didn’t have to worry about buying or remodeling a house since his parents owned a ( pretty basic ) mansion near the coast. he was telling himself that living in a place where no one knew him and vice versa was a good thing, but with his luck, of course he’d run into dani of all people. why does this happen to him? camilo was convinced he would never see him again, yet here they were, face to face after many, many years. honestly? he doesn’t know what to say. he doesn’t know how to react, whether he should look him in the eyes or point his gaze towards another direction. a part of him wants to tell him many things. scream at him for doing what he did, shove him and tell him just how much he hurt his feelings, even flick him off, but the other part of camilo? the other part of him feels like he doesn’t deserve any of that. he doesn’t deserve any reaction on his end, just nonchalance and ignorance, the same kind camilo received from him when he just disappeared, left him as if he was nothing. the younger male swears he had forgotten about it, built a bridge and gotten over it, but how can he ignore it all when he’s standing right in front of him? his heart suddenly hurts, his insides growing cold and his mind racing with a million thoughts per second. he wants to reply, but he doesn’t know how to. what does he say to him? why are the odds never in his favor? it all just feels like a kick to the face, coming here to leave all the bullshit behind, just to be greeted by someone who played a significant role in his life, someone he’s cried over, someone who left him wondering – what is it about me that makes me so unlovable? camilo thought he would surely be worthy of at least a talk, a call, shit, even a text would have sufficed, but the way they ended? it doesn’t settle well with him, even after all this time. he can’t help but notice how much he’s changed – more tattoos, dyed hair, piercings that weren’t there before, even the way he was dressed seemed to be different. camilo on the other hand, remained with no tattoos, no piercings, and his natural hair color in tact, baby face still prominent on his features even with how long its been. they were polar opposites, and maybe... maybe that’s why they didn’t work out. it takes him a moment to realize that he hasn’t replied back to the other, he just doesn’t know what to say. right when he’s about to give him a meek answer, roberto appears beside dani. his crystal like eyes break away from his ex and turn towards his worker. “lleva el equipaje a mi habitación.” he tells him, spanish accent thick as ever. he nods, grabs the luggage from dani’s hand, and makes his way towards the house, leaving them alone once again. he forces a smile across his lips, despite how badly he wants to tell him off. “he’s got it.” he replies, slamming the car door shut, and walking past him.
the luggage he had been missing finally arrived, stuffed into the back seat of a bentley. he’s waiting for his personal driver to take it, but seeing that he’s on the phone, he opens the door to try and get it out himself. the only thing is that whatever he had put into that luggage weighed a ton and he was struggling to even get it out of the car. “roberto! ayúdame, no?!” he shouts towards the other, to which he puts a hand over the phone and brings it down from his ear. “ahora voy, es que estoy hablando con tu mamá!” he replies, bringing the phone back to his ear. camilo rolls his eyes, “estúpido.” he mutters underneath his breath, trying, and failing, to get the luggage out of the back seat. it’s then that an arm from behind grabs the luggage out of the car and places it on the floor beside him, and at first, camilo assumes it’s probably roberto. “tanto te demoraste para...” he’s cut off short when he turns around, and realizes it’s not roberto, but someone he hasn’t seen in years. someone he never thought he would see again. someone he kind of, sort of wishes he would have never even met to begin with. he’s quiet at first, just staring at the other without muttering a word, but after another moment passes, he finally musters up the courage to say something. “thanks.” is all that leaves his lips, feeling somewhat uneasy now, and nostalgic.
“have you ever been to a murder mystery party?” she asked, looking over at the person next to her. “a friend just invited me to one and i think it could be so fun.” logan had seen so many films based on them and read books about them but she had never actually been to one.
he doesn’t think she’s talking to him at first, until he looks up from his phone and realizes – who else would she be talking to? he runs a hand past his jet black hair. “i’m not sure what a murder mystery party is?” he lets out, though it sounds more like a question than anything. “is it meant to be scary?”
It wasn’t unusual for Dion to wake up under the stars after experiencing a late night of DJing and drinking. It was the reason he didn’t take gigs every weekend, because sometimes he woke up on a park bench with his sweater giving him the smallest amount of warmth. He stretched, instantly feeling the cold which woke him up fully. “Not again,” he grumbled at himself, sitting himself up right on the bench, rubbing his eyes furiously trying to wake himself up. “Long night,” he admitted to the person nearest to him.
camilo was at the park running at barely six am, doing his daily morning jog. he’s listening to music as he runs, but the sight of someone stretching on a park bench gets his attention. coming to a stop, he removes one headphone and looks at the other, resisting the urge to make a face. instead, he settles for a laugh. “how are you not freezing?” he can’t help but ask. it’s obvious the other isn’t homeless, but probably had too much of a good time last night that he ended up here. “that sweater of yours is real skinny. does your phone have any battery?” normally, he wasn’t one to help, but he was feeling somewhat generous ( shocking ).
was that álvaro rico spotted down at the shoreline of east hamptons main beach? must just be camilo montaner the twenty seven year old model, influencer and heir. whenever i hear sirenas by taburete it reminds me of them. they are known for being argumentative but they make up for that by being determined. they have been living in the hamptons for two days.
basic stats ;
⟶ full name: camilo hernán montaner de luna
⟶ nicknames: no nicknames, absolutely hates being called cam. the only thing he hates more than that is being called milo – you might as well just slap him in the face while you’re at it
⟶ three things he likes: finding new vegan recipes, music in spanish, enrique iglesias
⟶ three things he dislikes: people who ask too many questions, dirty fingernails, bad mannerisms
⟶ gender: cis male
⟶ height: 5 ‘ 9
⟶ age: twenty seven
⟶ birthday: december 5, 1995
⟶ zodiac: sagittarius sun, aquarius moon, scorpio ascendant
⟶ right handed or left handed: fully ambidextrous
⟶ eye color: baby blue
⟶ hair color: black
⟶ piercings and tattoos: no piercings, no tattoos
⟶ languages spoken: spanish ( native tongue ), italian, and english
⟶ sexuality / romantic orientation: homosexual / homoromantic
⟶ place of birth: barcelona, spain
⟶ last five songs listened to: en esta habitación by libido, no te preocupes por mi by leiva, testa tra le nuvole pt. 1 by alfa, manda una señal by maná, el perdedor by enrique iglesias ft. marco antonio solís
⟶ five aesthetics: jetting off somewhere because you’re bored, stress shopping, light blue eyes gazing into the sunset, getting up at 5 am for a daily morning jog, being the pickiest eater known to mankind
⟶ character inspo: ander muñoz from elite, isak valtersen from skam ( og skam ), brando pacitto from baby
background story ;
camilo was born to britta incanti and lorenzo montaner in barcelona, spain. his mother is an italian model and fashion designer who was miss italy in 1993, and runner up for miss universe in 1994, and his father is owner and heir of hotel and resort chains called montaner ( literally equivalent to hilton hotels ). needless to say, his family on both sides comes from a lot of money, and have pretty much bought into anything you can think of. gas companies, gastronomy business, electric, you name it, his family is somehow involved
camilo, being an only child, grew up with anything materialistic anyone could ever think of. all he had to do was point, and it was being handed to him without any type of questions. he was spoiled, practically born with a golden spoon in his mouth, in the public eye. his family was widely known in europe and also had business’ world wide, which meant he had a rather public life since he could remember
to anyone, his upbringing sounds like a wet dream, and in a way, it kind of was. i say ‘in a way’ because his life isn’t as picture perfect as everyone thinks it is. simply put, his parents were never really present. he grew up with the best help money could buy – nannies, butlers, personal chefs, maids, people who worked for his family and treated him like he was the last cup of water in the middle of the desert. he had it all, minus the people who were supposed to love him the most
they missed his birthdays, christmas, important holidays, things that any parent should be present for, they were never around. instead, he was always surrounded by people who were literally paid to care for him. he was never really held as a child, never hugged when he was sad or sick, and because of his rather cold upbringing, this made camilo an equally cold person
due to constantly being in the public eye, he became cynical and calculated. in his eyes, everything was a game. nothing was unattainable to him because of his hefty wallet and no one was genuinely worthy of his time. at least, this is what he grew up thinking
he grew up feeling an insane amount of pressure. despite his parents not being around, they always let him know that what the world thought of them, the idea people had of him, was everything. the way he looked and acted was all that mattered, and carrying this with him since he could remember was a lot to deal with
he quickly became obsessed with his physical appearance. what he wore, down from his shirt to his shoes, how his hair looked, how his skin appeared and his weight especially, became everything for him. camilo would rather die than go out wearing sweats or looking anything less than impeccable – he simply had to look his best or he wouldn’t go out at all
his earlier years consisted of traveling a lot. he lived in his mother’s hometown in the amalfi coast in italy for a few years, traveled back and forth to any country his heart desired, and would leave as soon as he grew bored with where he was staying at
by the time he’s fourteen, he decides to move to los angeles to start high school there, mostly so he could better his english, but also because his family had contacts there and he knew a few celebrities
this is how he meets his first ever boyfriend, dani, when he’s sixteen. truth be told, camilo wasn’t a fan of him at first. they were polar opposites and he considered dani to ‘not be at his level’. he doesn’t know how it happens, but he somehow makes his way into camilo’s cold ass heart, and soon enough, they begin to date. dani was someone camilo would have never considered, but he basically falls head over heels for him. he’s the first person who makes camilo feel less cynical, like he doesn’t have to be perfect or do everything so impeccably so. he makes him feel real, like he actually matters to someone and isn’t just a display case for the world to judge. simply put, he makes him feel things he never thought he would feel before, makes him see things from a completely different perspective
unfortunately, this romance is short lived when dani disappears one day, with no warning. camilo tries not to let it get to him, but he’s so hurt by this move, he ends up going to a boarding school in san francisco and finishes high school there, heading back to his hometown, barcelona, two days after his graduation
at this point, his trust issues are at an all time high. he has a very difficult time letting people in and mostly maintains superficial relationships with everyone, without much depth, or any depth at all, really
he basically becomes even more obsessed with his physical appearance, especially when he gets signed to a modeling agency by the time he’s nineteen. to camilo, the way he looks becomes everything to him, up to the point where it becomes unhealthy
he’s modeled for a few brands in the past before, but when he actually gets signed to an agency is when he starts to feel the pressure. being around his peers, for the first time in his life, he doesn’t feel like he’s above them. in fact, he feels inferior to them. some of the names are so big, that the importance of his last name doesn’t mean anything to them. never wanting to be below anyone, he starts working extra hard to make sure he’s on their level, or better than they are
! tws for eating disorders, fainting, hospitals and body dysphoria for the next four bullets, read with caution or skip over this if you’re triggered ! his habits start off so small at first, that he genuinely doesn’t see it as a problem. over exercising is only the beginning, but soon enough, he starts cautiously watching, and counting, the calories of the stuff he eats. when this isn’t proven to be enough, he switches to a vegan diet, and it just escalates from that point on
to be honest, he was never overweight. in fact, doctors would tell him he had to gain some weight in the past, but despite this, he didn’t feel good enough. more so, he felt like he could be better. he became obsessed with any little flaw he would pick out of himself and would work endlessly to fix it, or make it less noticeable. one of his more genuine friends in the modeling industry flat out told him he had a problem, but camilo brushed it aside and kept ‘working’ on himself. by working on himself, i mean practically torturing himself with unhealthy diets and extreme exercise routines
the worst part is that he really didn’t think he had a problem. he struggled with an eating disorder and body dysphoria for over six years, until one day, six months after his twenty sixth birthday, he ends up passing out during a photo shoot. waking up in the hospital, he’s told he has pretty bad malnutrition linked to an eating disorder and is recommended to seek help. at this point, he weighed ninety seven pounds ( almost forty four kilograms )
it’s at this moment that he realizes that he’s not okay. despite not being quite ready to get the help he needs, he ends up checking himself into an inpatient clinic in madrid that specializes in eating disorders and mental health. he’s there for three months and it’s basically hell for him, the hardest thing he’s ever had to do, but... he does get better. by a lot. ends up gaining the weight he needs and see’s a nutritionist to work out a ( healthy ) vegan diet for him. after leaving said clinic, he goes back to los angeles to continue working on his modeling career and meet his sponsors. he’s there until december, and afterwards, makes the decision to move to long island in a pent house his parents own, wanting to be far away from anyone he’s ever known and start fresh
headcanons
truth be told, camilo still does struggle a lot with his weight and appearance. he knows better at this point, but it’s still something he deals with on a daily basis. his habits aren’t unhealthy anymore, but he’s a very picky eater. he’s literally the type of person to separate food on his plate and eat it in different sections, one at a time. he will probably never go back to harming himself the way he did for so long, but he still carries that part of his life with him. he has a healthy diet and exercise routine now, but god knows it took him a while to get there
he can be a real pain in the ass when it comes to keeping things clean. i wouldn’t say he’s ocd, but he can be a borderline neat freak. things have to be tidy otherwise he literally can’t sleep
he enjoys drinking alcohol from time to time, but that’s about it. he hates weed because of the munchies and used to chain smoke cigarettes, but thankfully, that’s a habit he’s broken out of. he’s tried coke and dabbled with it back in spain when he was going through everything he was going through because he liked how it takes away your hunger, but he doesn’t really do anything now, claims he’s ‘high off life’
even though he makes it seem like he doesn’t want anyone or is too good for anyone, deep down inside, camilo really wants to be loved. he wants a boyfriend who will turn into his husband, he wants a kid and a house, and he wants an actual future with someone, despite showing anyone who has ever been interested in him romantically the complete opposite ( minus dani rip )
he has a cat he named draco meowfoy, clever twist on his favorite movie and book character, draco malfoy. his cat is one year old and a ragdoll cat, basically the sweetest cat ever, acts more like a dog than anything
he’s a model and an influencer, future heir to the business’ his family owns. he has thirty five million followers on instagram, and an equivalent amount on tiktok and other social media platforms. he has a ton of money besides that, but he makes a very good amount of money on sponsorships ( his favorite ones so far have been brands like adidas and colgate )
when you really get to know him ( which is rare ), he’s goofy. nothing like that ‘i’m better than you’ persona he puts on for the whole world to see. he has an idiot side to him that likes corny jokes and puns, enjoys knitted sweaters and dad jokes
he plays piano, has been playing since he was four years old, but this is a rather hidden talent of his. he’s a huge example of ‘what you see isn’t what you get’ because people tend to meet him and make up their minds on who he is, but the truth is that he has a ton of layers, a ton of hidden parts of himself that very few people, if not no one, really know of
camilo is also a huge example of ‘money doesn’t buy happiness’ because he has anything materialistic any person could ever dream of having, but deep down inside, he’s not genuinely happy. he definitely has depression, but doesn’t take medication for it
he wants to live a relaxed life here, far away from the chaos that was barcelona and the shit show that was los angeles. he wants a place where people don’t really know who he is, somewhere he doesn’t feel pressure to be ‘perfect’
when he does let you in, he’s loyal. he doesn’t believe in cheating on people and will defend you until the end if he considers you a true person and genuinely likes you. if he doesn’t, it’s the complete opposite. he can be a very fake person for the sake of being ‘diplomatic’, but will literally trash talk you if he isn’t a fan of you. he can say everything to your face as well, but prefers to subtweet about you if you’re not someone he’s fond of
he was offered a spot on a reality tv show in spain with other models, living in a mansion and getting into shenanigans, but he turned it down. the show was similar to ‘hype house’ and he feels like he dodged a bullet with that one
he is a huge fan of enrique iglesias, has been to six of his concerts and has personally met him three times. loves him to death, literally man crush monday all day every day
he has the tiniest accent when speaking english. it’s barely noticeable and will become more prominent if he’s really angry, but for the most part, his english is really, really good. he’s fluent in spanish, english and italian, and even though he speaks all three languages perfectly, his preferred language is spanish, and literal thought process is in spanish as well
i’m gonna end this here because this is long as hell, but below is his birthchart for some extra tea!
