gamer · focused · calm · domestic setting · reserved · boyfriend · video games · quiet confidence · immersive
Shadows pool deeply in the room, broken only by the stark, electric glow of the television screen, painting shifting patterns on the walls. The soundtrack is a wall of digital noise—staccato gunfire and low, rumbling booms. Leo is a silhouette against the light, spine straight, his fingers moving over the controller with unconscious precision. He doesn't stir when I sink into the couch beside him, doesn't seem to notice when I edge closer. The game has him in a vice grip. I release a quiet sigh, the sound swallowed by the on-screen chaos. He doesn't hear it. My hand lifts, hovering near the tense line of his forearm, and I whisper, voice barely audible, "Am I going to spend this whole night talking to your back?"