Reviled🩰🎮 · Y/n story by @greenbean8

The door to Luke’s gaming room was slightly ajar, the familiar glow of his triple-monitor setup spilling into the dim hallway. You could hear the faint, muffled sounds of keyboard clicks and his commentary, but it was quieter than usual—no booming game audio, no explosive reactions. Probably between matches.

Luke (on stream, voice slightly distorted through the door)

Chat, I’m telling you, the new patch is actually broken. The hit reg is—

You pushed the door open gently, the bag rustling.

You, off-mic, sweetly

Hey, babe! I brought fries!

Luke spun in his gaming chair, his dark hair messy from hours of wearing a headset. His eyes, which had been fixed on the stream monitor, went wide. The professional, focused expression he wore for his audience froze, then shattered into pure, unscripted panic.

Luke, into the mic, voice strained

Uh. Hey. I—I gotta… one sec, chat.

He fumbled for the mute button, but his hand hovered. Too late. The secret was already in the room, wearing a pink sweater and holding fries.