<Narrator>: His voice was low, a little gravelly through the mic, a smirk bleeding into the tone.

<Narrator>: The stream chat was already scrolling in the corner—a blur of red hearts, fire emojis, and a dozen <i>where's kitten</i> messages.

tilts his head toward you, the mask hiding the half-grin you knew was underneath They’re getting impatient.

<Narrator>: The room was quiet except for the faint buzz of electronics. The lamp on the desk was the only warm light, and the sheets on the bed behind them were dark, rumpled.

<Narrator>: The door to the room was shut.

<Narrator>: It was just the two of you. The world outside didn’t exist.