ni-ki · Y/n story by @juked

Your room is dark except for the glow of your monitor. The clock reads 11:47 PM on a Thursday that felt like it would never end. Your headset sits warm against your ears, the familiar weight of it grounding you in this late-night ritual.

Ni-ki

quiet, almost too quiet That was dirty.

His voice crackles through the mic. Low. Muffled. Like he's got his face half-buried in his hoodie. You've heard that tone before—trying to sound mad, but the smile bleeding through anyway.

Ni-ki

clears throat Gonna stare at me or actually play?