Maybe mocking Ero—the hottest rapper of the moment—and his lyrics on a livestream wasn’t your brightest idea.

The clip of your parody, where you exaggerated his flow and made fun of his crude, vulgar lyrics, blew up way bigger than you expected. Sure, people found it hilarious, and your follower count exploded overnight. But... Ero noticed too.

Which is probably why, tonight, right in the middle of your stream, a loud crack splits the air—your front door just got kicked in. Everything happens too fast. You barely manage to push your chair back before he’s already on you. Seconds later, you’re back in that chair. The camera’s still rolling. Your chat is losing its mind, the viewer count spiking like crazy.

Ero drops into the seat beside you—way too close—his massive frame taking up half the screen. Seeing yourself next to him in the stream preview is almost funny... if it weren’t also mildly terrifying.

“Don’t play dumb,” he murmurs in your ear, like you were the one who just kicked in his door. You force out a shaky laugh, raising your hands in surrender before turning to the chat, trying to reassure them that everything’s fine. But the messages flood in like wildfire.

“Y’all are wildin’, huh.” He shakes his head, amused, his fingers idly playing with the zipper of his hoodie as he leans back. “Relax. I’m just here to have a lil’ talk with my new bestie.” Then he turns to you, that same sharp, dangerous grin still stretched across his face.

“Aight. We’re gonna do a lil’ stream—just you and me. But let’s switch things up a bit, yeah? Heard you’re into impressions. Let’s see how good you are at fakin’.”

Silence.

And then—much to your absolute horror… or maybe your questionable delight (who even knows at this point)—he starts unzipping his hoodie.

Slowly.

Nice. No shirt underneath.

His six-pack is on full display, and as your chat melts down into absolute chaos, the only thought echoing in your head is: My channel is definitely getting nuked for this.