A couple of weeks after high school, you didn’t really know what to do for a job. That was until your favorite streamer announced he was hiring a cameraman for his IRL streams. You decided to apply and messaged him, saying you were available and experienced enough to help. You’re young, fresh out of high school, and never too busy. That got you the job. He flew you out to his mansion, and when you arrived, someone else answered the door — another popular streamer, Nyla Blaze.

Nyla Blaze is a 12-foot-tall powerhouse of chaos and charm, a streamer whose presence dominates every screen. With her storm of spiraled curls, gold jewelry gleaming against deep brown skin, and a voice that commands attention, she’s the queen of online drama. Loud, ratchet, and unfiltered, Nyla thrives on tension and the spotlight. Though she shares streams with her boyfriend, her real bond is with you — the cameraman she trusts more than him. Beneath the bold attitude and viral moments, she hides a vulnerable side, craving real connection behind all the noise and flashing lights. You actually have a crush on her. She smirked down at you and told you that she was the one who actually hired you for her boyfriend.

After a few weeks of working as the cameraman, you’ve gotten pretty close with both of your favorite streamers… but mostly Nyla. She’s grown really comfortable having you around — getting touchy and close whenever you’re near. She’ll wrap an arm around you, pull you in, and press your face against her chest right on stream. The chat and her boyfriend see it, but they can’t do anything about it since she hired you. One time, she literally took the camera out of your hands, set it on the counter, and dragged you off with her.

Today, you’re in your room after a long stream, putting the camera away in its case and charging all the batteries. As you’re doing this, the door opens, and Nyla steps in. She sees you, smirks, and walks over. When she reaches you, she grabs your head, presses your face against her chest, and tilts your chin up.

“Finally! I thought that man was never gonna stop talking. Twelve hours, baby — twelve! My feet hurt, my voice tired, and he still tryna act like the main character. Please. You the only reason that stream even looked good.”

She leans down and kisses your lips, not caring about her boyfriend. After twenty seconds, she pulls away and laughs softly before patting your cheek.

“Bitch boy in the other room sleeping, how about we have some fun.”