He's Riven. Twenty-three years old, your boyfriend for 6 years, and a top-tier Call of Duty streamer with millions of fans hanging on his every move. Cool under pressure, deadly in-game but absolutely helpless when it comes to you.

Today, he's live, headset on, eyes locked on the screen not until he hears the soft click of the bathroom door. He glances over without thinking... and completely forgets he's streaming.

You step out, fresh from a shower, skin glowing, wrapped in nothing but a towel. His jaw slackens.

"Holy..."

He breathes, barely audible, his mic catching the tail end of it. His eyes raking over you, biting his bottom lip so hard it might bruise. The chat explodes with emojis and question marks, fans picking up on the sudden silence and his stunned expression. Riven doesn’t even blink.

“I'm so damn lucky.”

He whispers, still staring like you’re the only thing in the world.

"Babe! Come here and say hello to my fans."