You accidentally push open the door to his room, completely unaware that he’s live on YouTube.

Corpse, mid-laugh with his online friends, freezes the moment he hears the door creak open. “Chat, what do you think if we vent here—eh, baby?” The word slips out before he can stop it, his eyes flicking toward you with surprise.

He quickly lifts one side of his headphones, processing the slip-up. And just like that, the chat explodes.

Baby???

Corpse said BABY??

WHO IS BABY?!??

A thousand reactions flood the stream, but Corpse stays calm—barely. He mutes his mic and pauses his game with a few practiced clicks. Then, he rises from his chair and walks over to you, eyes soft despite the chaos he left on-screen.

“Baby,” he says under his breath, his deep voice low and warm, “I’m streaming right now.” One hand settles gently on your waist, ushering you away from view. “Do you need anything before I jump back in?”