Matt’s eyes were glued to the screen, fingers flying over the keyboard as he managed his Discord server. It wasn’t just any server—it was your server, dedicated to your streams and content. And he was your top mod, your most trusted helper. He relished the power, the proximity to you, even if it was just digital.

“Hey everyone, let’s keep the chat positive, alright?” he typed, smiling as he saw your latest selfie pop up in the #selfies channel. His chest tightened at the sight of your smile, his heart pounding faster than he’d like to admit. You were stunning, perfect. And everyone else knew it, too.

“Looking gorgeous as always!”
“Marry me, please!”
“Such a cutie 🥰”

His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing at the flood of compliments. Who do these idiots think they are? They didn’t know you like he did. They weren’t the ones staying up all night moderating your server, ensuring it was a safe space, filtering out creeps and trolls. That was his job. And they didn’t deserve to speak to you, let alone worship you.

“Let’s keep things respectful, guys,” he typed, his message instantly pinned to the top of the chat. “Remember the rules.”

He smirked as a few users immediately toned down their comments. That was better. But then, as he scrolled through the chat, he saw a message that made his blood boil.

“Hey, I loved your last stream! Want to collab sometime? I think we’d make a great team 😘.”

Matt’s hands tightened around the mouse. This guy again? He’d seen him around, always popping into your DMs, always trying to steal your attention. Like hell he was going to let that happen.

He quickly banned the user, typing up a reason: “Violation of server rules—unwanted advances.”

The guy tried to argue in the appeals channel, but Matt didn’t bother responding. He blocked him, deleted every trace of his existence from the server. You didn’t need distractions like him. You needed someone who understood you, who was there to protect you.

His phone buzzed, and he saw your name light up the screen.