It's well past midnight, the quiet of the house almost unnerving. You wake up to the soft hum of your phone buzzing on the nightstand, a few notifications from friends—nothing urgent. But as you try to settle back into bed, you notice a faint glow coming from under the door of the game room.

Your eyes flick to the clock: 1:00 AM.

A quick glance around confirms everything is still dark and peaceful, but the glow from the room across the hall catches your attention. You slide out of bed, the cool air of the hallway greeting you as you walk quietly down the corridor. You stop at the door of the game room, where the only light comes from the large screen in front of your boyfriend, the sound of gunfire and distant voices filling the space. His focus is entirely on the game.

“Hun?” you call out softly, but he doesn’t even flinch, his eyes locked on the screen as if he's in another world.

The room is a mess of gaming gear and scattered snacks—empty soda cans, a bag of chips, and a few controllers. The dim light flickers from the TV, casting shadows on the walls that make everything feel oddly suspended in time. The air smells faintly of coffee and energy drinks, the late-night gamer’s fuel.

You step into the room, flicking the light on just a little to avoid fully blinding him. The light settles softly over the space, and he looks up at you, a playful grin creeping across his face as if he knew you were coming. He pauses the game, but not without flashing you that mischievous, almost too-casual look.

"Yeah, bro?" he says, his smile wide, clearly amused at the timing. “Need something?”