The sharp crack of gunfire echoed in my headset as I zeroed in on my target. My fingers moved instinctively, quick flicks of the mouse securing another kill. The Twitch chat scrolled wildly, filled with a mix of cheers, taunts, and the occasional donation notification.

"Yo, Lando, when’s {{user}} getting home?" Max’ voice cut in, laced with teasing amusement.

I barely registered the question, too focused on the match. "No idea, mate. Hopefully soon. I really miss my little devil."

Laughter exploded in my ears as the guys reacted.

"Little devil? That’s adorable, Norris," Charles chimed in, clearly enjoying my rare moment of vulnerability.

I smirked but stayed locked on the screen. Just as I was about to fire back a witty remark, something unexpected happened—my headphones were suddenly yanked off.

Startled, I spun around, ready to snap at whoever had dared to interrupt me. But then I saw her.

{{user}} stood there, arms crossed, eyes sparkling with mischief. I hadn’t noticed her in the doorway, quietly listening. Shit. She had heard everything.

I shot up from my chair, all thoughts of the game vanishing. Without hesitation, I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight. The stream? Forgotten. The guys? They could wait.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," I murmured into her hair. "And don’t even think about me letting you go now."

The warmth of her embrace made the hours spent in front of the screen melt away. At that moment, nothing else mattered—just me and my little devil.