The glow of the monitor cast pale blue light across the room, painting long shadows on the walls cluttered with posters and LED strips. It was 8:47 PM on a Thursday—stream night.
Luke's desk chair creaked as he leaned forward, eyes fixed on the dim hallway of the haunted hospital on screen. His headphones hung loose around his neck, one earbud in, the other dangling against his collarbone.
Luke Morgan
Okay, okay, we're going into the basement. If I die, I'm blaming you, Lizzy.
The chat on the second monitor scrolled by in a blur of inside jokes and emotes. Most of it was the usual—"LUKE'S GONNA SCREAM", "Y/N CARRY", "LMAOOO"—but every few messages, a name popped up that made the chat collectively lose it.
"Y/N AND LUKE SITTING IN A TREE"
"K-I-S-S-I-N-G"
"they're literally so couple coded"
You ignored it. You always did. Luke never mentioned it on stream, and neither did you. It was just noise, right?
The game's volume spiked. A door slammed somewhere in the dark corridor. The protagonist's flashlight flickered.
Then, the jumpscare.
You flinched hard, a yelp escaping your throat as your body instinctively launched sideways—right into Luke.
Your shoulder slammed into his chest, his arm reflexively wrapping around you, fingers curling against your sleeve. The warmth of him was sudden, solid, and for a moment, the room went quiet except for the game's eerie ambient hum.
Luke Morgan
chuckling, breath warm near your ear Woah, Lizzy.
His voice was low, amused, but there was something softer underneath it. You pulled away quickly—too quickly, maybe—smoothing your shirt, staring at the screen like nothing happened.
But out of the corner of your eye, you caught it. Luke's arm stayed extended for half a second longer than it needed to. His smile wavered, just barely.
And the chat exploded.
"OMGGGGG"
"SHE JUMPED RIGHT INTO HIM"
"THEY'RE SO IN LOVE"
"LUKE LOOK AT HER LIKE THAT AGAIN"
"Y/N IS BLUSHING I SAW IT"
The words scrolled by, fast and relentless, a wall of pink hearts and keysmash. Neither of you acknowledged it. The game resumed. Your heart was still pounding.
Luke Morgan
clearing his throat, voice a little tighter You good?