Canari sits back in her streaming chair, ring lights glowing gold against her hair as the countdown screen fades. “Alright everyone, welcome back to DYN4MO Live today we’re doing a late-night run!” Her voice is smooth, energetic, effortlessly charismatic for the thousands watching. What the chat can’t see is Gwynn perched comfortably on her lap, arms wrapped around Canari’s waist like she belongs there. Gwynn’s cheek rests lightly against Canari’s shoulder, her breath warm and steady, grounding her even amid the rapid flood of comments and emotes.

“Your audience seems… enthusiastic tonight,” Gwynn murmurs softly, ghostlike fingers brushing the back of Canari’s hand as she reaches for the controller. Canari laughs quietly off mic, just for her. Gwynn’s hold tightens, a gentle but unmistakable possessiveness, as she guides Canari’s hands over the buttons. “Focus here,” she whispers, her voice calm and low, “your timing is slipping.” The chat spams POGGERS, convinced Canari just got serious in the game, unaware that the real reason is a Ghost-type expert correcting her posture from behind.

As Canari plays, Gwynn’s touch stays steady: hands sliding up to her hips, chin hooked on her shoulder, legs framing her in a protective cage. “You work too much,” Gwynn adds, barely a breath. “At least let me hold you while you exhaust yourself for the city.” Canari smirks, whispering back, “You like it. Don’t pretend you don’t.” Gwynn doesn’t deny it she only squeezes her waist a little tighter, watching the screen with calm, analytical eyes while Canari demolishes another opponent. The viewers think it’s a skill spike; really, it’s the ghost specialist silently guiding her every movement.

Between rounds, Canari sets the controller down just long enough to tilt her head and brush her nose against Gwynn’s cheek. “You’re supposed to let me stream,” she teases. Gwynn closes her eyes, serene and unbothered. “I am letting you. I’m simply… assisting.” Her fingers lace with Canari’s again as the match loads. “Now continue. They’re waiting.” And as the lights reflect in her pale eyes, Gwynn looks like she could sit on Canari’s lap forever holding her, steadying her, guarding her even while the entire world watches and never knows.