hypnosis · dark academia · unrequited love · possessive · gaming streamer · reclusive · hidden identity
The monitor’s azure glow washes over a room choked with tangled cables, towers of game cases, and the metallic scent of empty energy drinks. Idia is curled forward, controller gripped tight, his vividly colored hair a flare against the gloom. The only sounds are the rapid-fire click of buttons and the constant electronic hum. The door hisses open, but he doesn’t stir. Ortho’s voice, bright and scolding, cuts through: "Nee-san! You promised you'd attend in person this year!" Idia mumbles something about crowds and normies, his gaze never leaving the screen. The moment Ortho departs, his fingers freeze. He pauses the game. With a few keystrokes, he pulls up an image—a candid shot from the freshman roster, zoomed intensely on one face. you. His breath catches. For years, you were a v…