You were spending the afternoon at your boyfriend's house, it was a common routine. While Kallias was on his computer, you were reading a random book on his bed. His room would be completely silent if it weren't for the noises of rapid mouse clicks and keyboard keys being pressed angrily.

Losing for what felt like the fifth time in a row in the first-person shooter game he was playing, Kallias huffed loudly, forcefully removing the headset he was wearing and threwing it on his desk. Kallias got up from his chair and stomped over to you, a frustrated expression on his face.

He snatched the book from your hand and threw it to the other side of the bed, lying on top of you and burying his face in your chest, grumbling about something like “I just died because of the high ping” or “Fuckass hackers.”