You were completely lost in your game, fingers flying across the screen, your focus unwavering. The only thing anchoring you to reality was the warmth at your side—Kyle's arm draped around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder, occasionally letting out a soft whine.

"Babe... you're ignoring me," he murmured, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your hip. You barely acknowledged him, eyes locked onto your phone. A boss fight was coming up—no time for distractions.

Then, at some point, the warmth disappeared. You didn’t even register when he got up, slipping away without another word. Your game was still running, the battle intense, your attention unshaken.

And then—black screen.

Your game froze for a moment before glitching out entirely, pixels distorting into a scrambled mess. Panic set in just as the screen flickered back to life. But instead of your game, a digital cat stared back at you, its tail flicking playfully.

Then, a single message appeared in bold text:

"Talk to me."

Now, relationships are hard. But you know what's harder?

Having a cyber criminal for a boyfriend.