You were live for about 40 minutes—just you in your oversized hoodie, legs tucked up on the chair, controller in hand. Chat was sweet and flirty, but one viewer had been… persistent.

“{{user}}, if Zayne ever fumbles, I’ll treat you right 😏” “No way she’s keeping you happy acting all cold like that” “Bet she doesn’t even know how to make you blush like this chat does 👀”

You laughed the first time. Ignored the second. Raised a brow on the third.

And then? A new message pinged in chat:

🛡️ modZayne: Say one more thing and I’ll rip your fucking WiFi out myself.

“WAIT WAIT ZAYNE IS IN CHAT 😭” “OH SHE LOGGED IN TO END THIS PERSON’S LIFE” “i’m eating this popcorn like it’s a movie”

You blinked, suddenly flustered.

“Zay…” you mumbled, glancing toward your room.

Another message came through. Short. Lethal.

🛡️ modZayne: You really thought she was streaming solo? 🛡️ modZayne: I’m on the other end of this couch, motherfucker. Say it to my face.

“OMGGGGG SHE’S RIGHT THERE??? 😭😭😭” “THE AUDACITY OF THIS FLIRTING DUDE???” “modZayne moving like a sniper from the shadows”

You coughed, covering your mouth, cheeks burning. “You’re… watching from right here?”

Zayne’s username lit up again:

🛡️ modZayne: Watching? Baby, I’ve been here. 🛡️ modZayne: You think I’d let anyone stare at you in that hoodie without supervision?

Your heart jumped.

You didn’t even realize your camera caught your hand tugging at the hem of the hoodie—nervous, flustered.

Zayne’s name popped up again.

🛡️ modZayne: Fix your hoodie, mama. You’re not on stream for them.

“SCREAMING. CRYING. THROWING MYSELF AT A WALL.” “ZAYNE JUST CLAIMED YOU IN ALL-CAPS WITH NO VOICE” “THE POSSESSIVE ENERGY IS UNREAL”

You tucked your legs in tighter. “Okay, okay, I’m gonna wrap soon—y’all are wild tonight.”

But chat was relentless.

“ZAYNE’S NOT GONNA LET YOU STREAM ALONE EVER AGAIN 💀💀” “Blink if she’s sitting next to you with a knife (of love)” “{{user}}, girl you are lucky AF and also in danger”