The Gen-Z heartbreak king is dethroned. David Anthony Burke, the 20-year-old crooner better known as D4vd – whose viral TikTok anthems like “Here With Me” once had millions ugly-crying over lost love – is now a full-fledged suspect in a real-life horror story. LAPD’s Robbery-Homicide Division dropped the hammer this week: They believe the Houston-born sensation played a direct role in the death of 15-year-old Celeste Rivas-Hernandez, the aspiring influencer whose decomposed remains were yanked from the trunk of D4vd’s own Tesla Model Y like a bad plot twist no one saw coming. For months, whispers from Celeste’s Lake Elsinore hometown painted D4vd as the shadowy “David” in her DMs – the older guy promising stardom in exchange for “private hangs.” Now, leaked Ring doorbell footage from a Bird Streets mansion has the internet screaming for cuffs, and D4vd’s silence is deafening.

It started unraveling on September 8, 2025 – one gut-wrenching day after Celeste’s 15th birthday. Hollywood Hills neighbors, those A-lister-adjacent busybodies with noses for drama sharper than their surgeons’ scalpels, had been griping about a “foul stench” wafting from an abandoned black SUV parked crooked on a multimillion-dollar curve. “Smelled like rotting sushi mixed with regret,” one anonymous resident told TMZ, her Botox-frozen face twisting in disgust. The car? A dented 2023 Tesla registered to none other than D4vd himself, towed from the elite enclave where he’d been crashing rent-free during a “creative retreat.” Tow yard workers, cracking open the trunk for inventory, recoiled in unison: A body, badly decomposed, wrapped in black plastic trash bags, stuffed like forgotten luggage. Dental records confirmed it was Celeste – the bubbly brunette from Riverside County who’d vanished in late spring, her Insta frozen on a selfie captioned “Chasing LA dreams ✨” from March.

Celeste’s mom, Rosa Hernandez, had been sounding alarms since April 22. “My baby was talking to some music guy online,” she spilled to local PD, handing over Celeste’s phone logs thick with heart-eyes emojis and late-night voice notes. “He called himself David. Said he’d fly her out for a collab, make her a star.” Screenshots leaked to the press showed flirty exchanges: D4vd (or someone using his handle) promising “studio sessions at my spot in the Hills,” Celeste gushing “OMG, you’re my fave, this is fate.” By May, her posts went dark. Friends whispered she’d snuck out for the “big break,” hitchhiking north with stars in her eyes and a backpack of dreams. But LAPD sources now say the timeline screams foul play: Celeste likely died around late April or early May – possibly in that very Hollywood Hills rental where D4vd was holed up, writing what fans thought were breakup ballads but might’ve been alibis.

Fast-forward to the footage that’s crashing servers worldwide: Grainy but unmistakable Ring cam video, timestamped August 15, 2025, 2:47 a.m. – weeks before the tow. It shows a hooded figure, baggy sweats masking his frame, sprinting from the shadows of D4vd’s rented mansion toward the Tesla parked curbside. The car rocks as he pops the trunk, rummages frantically (audio picks up muffled curses: “Shit, it’s leaking again”), then slams it shut and peels out in a rented U-Haul, tires screeching like a bad remix. Neighbors’ cams chain the getaway: The truck dumps the Tesla back on the street by dawn, abandoned like toxic waste. Facial rec software – crowd-sourced by TikTok true-crime sleuths – clocks an 87% match to D4vd’s jawline from his latest MV. “That’s him,” LAPD Det. Joshua Byers confirmed in a sealed court filing leaked to Rolling Stone. “The hoodie doesn’t hide the panic.”

D4vd’s camp? Radio silence now, but back in September, his rep fed the press a bland smoothie: “David is fully cooperating and devastated by this tragedy.” Sources laugh that off – he’s ghosted interviews, canceled his entire U.S. tour (bye-bye Greek Theatre gig), and bolted to a low-key Houston hideout, per TMZ flight trackers. Insiders whisper he’s lawyered up with Mark Geragos’ firm, the celeb-fixer behind Michael Jackson and Chris Brown. But cooperation? “Not even a crumb,” a senior LAPD source spat to ABC7. “We’ve hit his phone, his cloud, his Venmo – crickets. And that Tesla? Prints wiped cleaner than his Spotify streams.”

The case has ballooned into a full-blown murder probe, with Byers’ declaration slapping a “security hold” on Celeste’s autopsy to shield the probe. Cause of death? Pending – decomposition turned her into a puzzle of bones and secrets, but whispers point to strangulation or overdose, body “most likely dismembered and disposed with help,” per a People exclusive. Enter suspect No. 2: A shadowy “accomplice” – possibly a tour roadie or label insider – fingered by Geragos himself on a podcast, claiming they were in it “before, during, and after.” LAPD’s raided D4vd’s rental twice: First for fibers (Celeste’s glittery scrunchie matched), then for luminol hits in the guest bath. “Blood traces,” a source leaks. “Not a lot, but enough.”

Celeste’s circle is erupting. Her bestie, Mia Lopez, 16, went live on Insta last night, tears streaming: “She idolized him. Sent him edits of her dancing to ‘Romanticize.’ He DMed back, then poof – she was gone. We warned her about industry creeps.” Rosa Hernandez? She’s suing D4vd’s label for “negligent supervision,” her GoFundMe for a proper burial cresting $200K. “My niña wanted the lights,” she sobs in a viral vid. “He gave her darkness.” Fans? Divided. Swifties-for-justice flood #JusticeForCeleste with edits overlaying D4vd’s sad-boy lyrics on crime-scene sketches. Stans counter with “innocent until proven,” but even they muted his tracks when the tour ax fell.

D4vd’s spiral? Textbook crash-out. Spotted last week at a Houston dive bar, hoodie up, nursing a whiskey neat while scrolling burner Insta. No posts since September’s cryptic “Lost in the feels” Story – now deleted. His streams? Down 40%, labels circling like sharks. “Kid was on the cusp,” an exec sighs. “One wrong turn, and poof – from VMA nods to villain.”

As LAPD grills “persons of interest” in a Van Nuys holding room, the footage loops eternally online: That frantic trunk slam, the getaway glare. Celeste’s last Snapchat? A blurry Hills skyline, timestamped April 28: “Living the dream with my muse 😘.” If D4vd’s the muse, he’s traded ballads for bars. Investigators vow arrests “soon” – cause of death drops next week, they say. Until then, Hollywood’s whispering: Was it passion gone toxic, a “collab” that choked out? Or something colder, calculated?

One thing’s certain: The boy who sang about eternal love just became suspect in snuffing it. Celeste Rivas deserved spotlights, not shadows. And if that footage is the expose? D4vd’s crashing out alright – straight into the abyss.