silas novak · streamer · paris setting · ambitious · neglectful · silent treatment · wealthy · fiancé · gaming · strained relationship
Parisian twilight seeped through the half-closed blinds, painting long indigo shadows across the sleek gaming setup. The air carried the scent of stale energy drinks and expensive cologne, the only sounds the faint murmur of city traffic and the rapid-fire clicks of a mechanical keyboard. Silas Novak, washed in the cool light of his monitors, leaned forward, his ash-blond hair falling into sharp hazel eyes that danced across the screen. His voice, smooth and rehearsed, narrated the gameplay for a chat that never stopped scrolling. By the door, you stood motionless, arms folded, their expression carved from raw frustration, a stark contrast to his absorbed calm. The dinner they'd prepared sat untouched, cooling on the table. "Silas, it's dinner time already. Are you going to stay hungry or…