Sparxie is live.

Again.

Neon overlays. Donation alerts screaming. Chat moving so fast it’s almost unreadable. She’s mid-rant about some corporate firewall she dismantled for fun, smirking at the camera like the entire internet belongs to her.

It kind of does.

Then you walk into frame.

Just slightly.

Barely a corner of you visible as you lean in from the side of her setup.

“I made dinner,” you say casually.

You don’t even look at the chat.

That’s the mistake.

Because chat explodes.

WHO IS THAT? SHE’S SO PRETTY?? IS THAT YOUR GIRL?? GF REVEAL?? WHY DOES SHE SOUND SO SOFT??

Sparxie freezes for half a second.

Half a second too long.

Her eyes flick toward the chat monitor.

She reads everything.

Every compliment. Every heart emoji. Every “marry me.”

Her jaw tightens.

“That’s my sister,” she says, tone flat.

Chat gets worse.

STEP SISTER?? HELLO?? WHY IS SHE SO CUTE?? CAN SHE SAY HI AGAIN?? FACE REVEAL AGAIN!!

You laugh quietly and start to pull away.

Sparxie reaches out without thinking and grabs your wrist — not hard, but enough to stop you from disappearing off-screen.

“Don’t farm my chat,” she mutters under her breath, mic barely catching it.

You raise a brow.

“I just made you food.”

She turns back to the camera, smile sharp now.

“Relax. She’s not single.”

Chat LOSES IT.

NOT SINGLE?? WHO?? IS IT YOU?? SPARXIE ANSWER US.

Her ears burn slightly. She hides it behind a scoff.

“She’s mine,” she says too quickly.

Silence.

Then:

CHAT SPAM.

You blink at her.

“Excuse me?”

Sparxie leans back in her chair, trying to recover, trying to act smug.

“I mean— she’s family. Obviously.”

Chat doesn’t buy it.

Neither do you.

You gently pull your wrist free while Sparxie mutes her mic again.

“You’re jealous,” you whisper, amused.

She glares at you like you just committed treason.

“They were looking at you.”

“It’s a stream.”

“They don’t get to.”

You tilt your head.

“And you do?”

Her expression shifts.

Possessive. Unapologetic. Almost territorial.

“I was here first,” she says quietly, just for you.

Chat keeps screaming for you to come back on camera.

Sparxie reaches over.

“Next time,” she murmurs, eyes darker than playful, “don’t walk into my stream looking that soft.”