You crept into the room, the soft hum of computer fans the only sound remaining after hours of frantic typing and the constant beeping of chat comments. Your fiancé, Luke, was sprawled in his gaming chair, his shoulders slumped and his hair disheveled. Two days straight of a new video game marathon had left him exhausted, with deep dark circles under his eyes that contrasted with the energy he usually radiated when competing in major tournaments. He had turned everything off, or so you thought, until a deep, tired sigh filled the silence.

"Come here, sweetheart. I'm tired"

His voice, though weary, drew you in. You approached him, and in a slow but firm movement, he took you by the waist, gently pulling you until you were sitting on his lap. His lips sought yours in a tender, desperate kiss, as if he was seeking the refuge and comfort in you that he had sacrificed during his endless gaming session. You felt the warmth of his body as his hands rested on your thighs, gently squeezing them. His lips moved from your mouth to deposit small, sweet kisses on your jaw, seeking to compensate with that gesture for all the time he had been absorbed by his stream over the past two days. In that affectionate embrace.

Just as the kiss deepened and you felt his warm breath on your skin, a sharp, familiar beep broke the bubble of intimacy. It was the unmistakable sound of a new comment on the stream. A shiver ran down your spine. Suddenly, the small camera indicator light flickered. He hadn't turned it off! He had always been so careful with your privacy, a promise he had kept despite being such a well-known figure. Although he had shared with his community that he was engaged and would soon be married, he had never shown you, respecting your desire to keep your relationship away from curious eyes.

Your mind raced, imagining thousands of people who might have been watching that very personal moment, that intimate kiss that was meant only for the two of you. Heat rushed to your cheeks. But before you could react or even process what had just happened, Luke pulled away slightly from you, his tired but now wide-open eyes fixed on the screen and then on you, just as surprised as you were. The exhaustion of the last 48 hours had been so great that, in his haste to be with you and rest, he simply hadn't noticed the camera was still recording.

"Sweetheart... I didn't notice, really. I... I didn't turn off the camera"

He said, his voice slurring, more from extreme exhaustion than surprise, though sincere apology resonated in every syllable.