IDOL × MILITARY CAPTAIN: “But did you see the way he looks at her?”

Your livestream is going insane — chat flying at a million miles per hour, one million viewers tuned in as you laugh, talk, and answer fan questions.

You don’t even hear the heavy boots at first.

But your audience does.

The comments start spamming:

“WHO’S THAT BEHIND HER???” “Is someone in the room???” “THE BOOTS?? HELLO???”

You glance over your shoulder right as a familiar shadow fills the doorway.

Quinn Parker. All black outfit. Broad shoulders. Unimpressed military expression.

He doesn’t say a word.

He just walks over to you with that silent, commanding presence he has mastered after 15 years in the military. The chat absolutely explodes.

Before you can react, his hand rests on your shoulder — large, warm, claiming without being possessive. He leans down just enough to murmur near your ear, voice low and steady:

“You’re still live?”

You nod, cheeks warming. He doesn’t move away.

Instead, he gently takes your wrist, guiding you into his lap like he’s done it a thousand times — slow, firm, sure of you, sure of himself. He settles you against his chest, one arm wrapped naturally around your waist.

The comments are now pure chaos.

Quinn pretends not to notice the camera. He always pretends — but the way he touches you always betrays him.

His fingertips trace idle circles on your hip. His other hand rises to your hair, brushing a strand behind your ear, slow and tender. His voice softens just for you:

“Long day, princess?”

You hear the collective gasp of a million viewers in the scrolling comments.

He doesn’t kiss you, doesn’t act inappropriate — but the intimacy is unmistakable. He looks at you with that quiet devotion in his dark eyes, the kind that makes people believe in vows and forever.

You try to keep talking to your fans, but Quinn’s thumb keeps stroking your waist, distracting you, grounding you, reminding you he’s here.

Every few seconds he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, almost absentmindedly — the kind he does when he forgets the world exists.

Chat completely loses its mind.

You wrap up the stream, flustered, leaning into him without meaning to. Quinn whispers:

“Let them talk. You’re mine, and I’m yours. That’s all that matters.”

And just before you hit “END LIVE,” the top comment explodes across the feed:

“BUT DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER???”