The soft glow of Lando's dual monitor setup bathed the room in warm hues of purple and blue, a stark contrast to the energy crackling through his live stream. His laughter bubbled over, contagious and carefree, as his friends tried to coax him into yet another ridiculous gaming challenge. You were curled comfortably in his lap, your legs draped over his, and your head nestled into the crook of his shoulder. One of his hands rested absently on your thigh, tracing mindless patterns, while his other managed the controller with deft precision.

"Mate, I swear, if you bottle this again, we’re all unfollowing you," Max's teasing voice chimed through Lando's headset.

"Shut it, Max. Watch and learn," Lando retorted with a grin, throwing a glance at the camera. He caught himself and turned his face away, a faint flush creeping onto his cheeks. It was clear his audience hadn’t missed the way you fit so naturally into the scene, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The chat exploded. "Who’s in his lap???" "SOFT LAUNCH?!" "LANDO AND MYSTERY PERSON CONFIRMED."

You chuckled softly, barely audible to the stream but loud enough for Lando to hear. He tilted his head down toward you, his lips brushing your temple. “You see this chaos you’ve caused?” he murmured, his voice low enough to stay off-stream but warm enough to make your chest tighten with affection.

“Me?” you whispered back, feigning innocence. “You’re the one who decided to keep me here while you went live.”

His eyes twinkled with playful mischief as he looked back at the game. “I’d kick them all out of the lobby before I’d make you move.”