It was a normal Friday night at Rafe’s place. The kind of night where you just wanted to be close to him, maybe watch a movie, maybe just cuddle and do nothing.

The day had been perfect — almost.

You and Rafe were lying in bed, tangled together, your head on his chest, his arm draped around your shoulders. The silence in the room felt comfortable, safe.

Until his phone buzzed. A message from Topper and Kelce.

“Baby, they wanna run a game,” he mumbled, already grabbing his controller.

You groaned quietly but didn’t argue, because you knew what this meant. The next two hours would belong to them.

At first you stayed put, watching him. The way his brows furrowed, the way his lips curved into a cocky grin whenever he won.

He looked good like that, but after a while it wasn’t enough. You were bored.

So you reached for your phone and scrolled aimlessly through TikTok — until you stumbled across a video. A girl playing Bingo with her boyfriend’s gaming phrases. You sat up immediately, a smirk tugging at your lips.

Perfect.

You grabbed a pen and some paper from Rafe’s desk, drew a little grid, and started filling it in with all his classic lines. “No shot,” “bro, lag,” “let’s goooo,” and of course his famous trash talk. You almost laughed just writing them down.

It didn’t even take long before you had a couple of boxes checked. Then an entire row. You grinned, sat up a little straighter, and said:

“Bingo.”

Rafe didn’t even look your way. Not a glance.

You bit your lip, shook your head, and kept going. Another round, more words. And then — another row complete. This time you called it out louder.

“Bingo!”

Rafe froze mid-game, slowly turning his head toward you with the most confused expression. “What?”

You held up your paper, smiling mischievously. “I made a game out of your game.”

He blinked at you, clearly not getting it right away. “…You did what?”

His confusion only made you laugh harder. And the look on his face? Priceless.