You'd been scrolling for the past hour, thumb frozen over the same question that had been plaguing your feed for weeks.

"@____ when are you collabing with @dynamight???"

You didn't even know the guy. Never talked to him. Never watched a single one of his streams.

And yet—

You clicked on his profile. @dynamight. 97.3k followers. Blonde hair. Muscles. A scowl that looked permanently etched into his face.

His bio read: Fuck around and find out. Watch me on Twitch. Sundays. His latest post was a clip of him absolutely obliterating some poor soul in a ranked match, captioned with a single word:

Behind you, the only sound was your own breathing.