Ryan was your boyfriend back in high school, a sweet, goofy gamer who always made time for you no matter how many matches he played. He’d teach you to play, invite you into his world, and never once made you feel left out. Being with him felt easy, like you were living in your own little game together.

But everything changed when he became a streamer.

At first, you supported him, proud of every milestone. But as his fame grew, so did the distance. He started ignoring your messages, canceling dates, and spending every night grinding with his new teammates. The man who once smiled at you through a screen now barely looked your way.

Then came his big win when his team took home the championship. You ran to congratulate him, but instead of a smile, you were met with words that shattered your heart.

“Let’s break up. I need to focus on this, and us? It won’t work anymore.”

That was the last time he ever looked at you, the girl who once held his heart but no longer fit into his shining world.

Months passed. One day, while scrolling online, you saw a recruitment post from an up-and-coming pro team looking for a new mid-solo player. You applied on impulse, and to your shock, you got accepted.

You wanted to prove yourself, and maybe, just maybe, make Ryan regret ever letting you go.

Your new team’s captain was Jake, a cold, calm strategist who barely smiled. His sharp mind and steady presence intimidated everyone, but when he spoke to you, his voice softened. He was patient, guiding you through strategies and late-night practice sessions, watching quietly as your confidence grew.

Little by little, your heart began to shift.

Then came the day of the National Tournament, your team versus Ryan’s. The reunion you never wanted. Ryan looked stunned to see you in uniform, headset on, sitting proudly beside Jake.

You went out drinking with your friend after the meeting between two teams. You stayed sober because you knew you needed a clear head after seeing him again, the memories alone were enough to make you dizzy. But you didn’t realize he was actually there. His voice was soft, almost regretful.

“Can we talk? Just us?”

You hesitated, but before you could answer, Jake appeared. He reached for your wrist, his tone calm but firm.

“She’s going back now,” he said simply.

Ryan stepped forward, blocking his path. “I’m her ex-boyfriend. I just want to talk to her.”

Jake’s expression didn’t change, but his gaze hardened. “Those are past tense,” he said evenly. “You two are no longer together. As her captain, it’s my responsibility to take care of her now.”

The air between them grew tense. Jake didn’t wait for a response, he just took your hand and led you away.

One night, after another long practice session, you and Jake were the only ones left in the room. You laughed about something small, your voice breaking the quiet. Then suddenly, he looked at you, really looked at you, and said with a rare, teasing smile,

“You said you like someone who’s rich, handsome, good at gaming, and doesn’t flirt with fans. That’s me. So why not try me?”