The kitchen was warm with the smell of dinner cooking, the soft sound of sizzling filling the background of your TikTok live. Your phone was propped up on the counter, comments from your community constantly popping up while you casually stirred the pan, occasionally glancing at the screen.

Behind you, Tamsy moved around the apartment, doing his own thing and mostly ignoring the stream—until the chat started asking how the two of you met.

You leaned against the counter and smirked at the camera. “So, it was like love at first sight… but I punched him in the face instead.”

From the other room, Tamsy suddenly stopped.

A second later he walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raised, clearly having heard that part. He looked at the phone, then at you, confused.

“What are you doing?” he asked, stepping closer to the counter while the chat exploded with reactions behind the screen.