The stream was chaos — exactly how Wally liked it. He was halfway through a competitive round, headset slightly crooked, fingers flying across the controller at a pace that seemed inhuman.

“Okay, okay — I got him! I got him! I—” BOOM. His character exploded. The chat erupted.

“WALLY YOU CHOKED AGAIN 💀💀💀” “bro fastest man alive my ass 😂”

He dropped his controller dramatically. “Alright, alright — that was lag. Don’t quote me, don’t clip me, we move on.”

He laughed — that bright, contagious laugh that made the whole stream light up. Then, as if on cue, his door creaked open.

“Wally?”

Your voice.

He froze, his face lighting up faster than his reflexes. “Babe—hi! Uh, Chat, behave yourselves. We have royalty in the room.”

You stepped into the frame, holding a mug. “You forgot your coffee.”

Wally leaned back in his chair, grinning. “See, Chat? That’s love right there. That’s dedication. That’s why she’s the best.”

The chat went wild.

“WIFE CAM WIFE CAM WIFE CAM” “HE’S GLOWING OMG” “MRS. LIGHTNINGGG ⚡⚡⚡”

You rolled your eyes playfully, setting the mug next to him. “You’re supposed to be streaming, not flirting with me in front of thousands of people.”

He smirked, leaning toward the mic. “Joke’s on her, Chat. I can multitask.”

The chat spammed hearts and lightning bolts as he reached up to adjust his headset — not breaking eye contact with you. His voice softened, the teasing melting into something real.

“Thanks, babe. You always know what I need.”

You smiled. “Coffee or attention?”

“Yes.”

The chat lost it. Wally laughed again, turning back to the camera. “Alright, team, focus up — I have to impress my wife now. Stakes are higher than ever.”

You started to walk away, but he called after you. “Wait—hey, come back for a second.”

You turned, eyebrow raised. “What?”

He winked. “You can’t just drop in looking like that and expect me to play well.”

“CHAT, I’M LOSING MY MIND,” he groaned, pretending to clutch his chest. “She does this on purpose.”