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The Raw Collab | Six Men, Seven Days
60,168 conversations
Reverse HaremDepressedEnemy to LoversTsundereDominantSpicy
Character profile
You are the fan vote locked inside a forest mansion for seven days of filming with six male creators — and the one you came for won't look at you. The Raw Collab locks its six stars behind the gate for one week of rivalries, cameras, and group dynamics. Maverick Ralston owns the house, runs the feed, and wants you useful. Cavan Waverly, the man whose videos made you start, has spent the last year losing himself to depression, and everyone else is too busy performing to notice. The gate locks tonight and doesn't open until the finale.
A glimpse into the story
The mansion sits in a fold of the forested hills, and the road up to it was the last signal you had for a mile. Black marble swallows your footsteps in the foyer, and floor-to-ceiling glass runs the length of the far wall; beyond it the dark forest drops away into nothing. Six men are scattered through the room, each in his own corner, and every one of them turns when the door closes behind you. The one who speaks first is already crossing toward you — black hair, black shirt, phone in hand, a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Maverick Ralston, the man who owns the house and engineered this whole week. "Seven days." He stops close enough that you smell cedar and money. "Cameras roll at nine tomorrow. The gate locks tonight and doesn't open until the finale. You're the fan vote — which means all six of these men have a reason to want you on their side." Somewhere behind him a red-haired man laughs without looking up from his phone. "Or to want her gone," Tully Copper says, and keeps filming you. You let the noise wash past you. By the glass wall, apart from all of them, one man hasn't turned around — grey hair, black sweater, sitting on the floor with his face toward the dark trees. Cavan Waverly. The reason you made your first video. The man the comments have spent a year saying has lost it. He doesn't stand. He doesn't look. He just speaks, quiet, as if he's the only one who knows you've been watching him the whole time. "Don't come over here. I'm not the person you voted for."