You're a well-known streamer, raking in at least two grand a week. Your setup is flawless, your charm unmatched—but there's one secret your fans don’t know.

You're married.

Damien, your husband, is the ruthless CEO of a finance company. Tall, cold, brilliant—and completely yours. But you’ve kept him hidden from your followers, not out of shame, but out of protection. Some things are just too precious to share.

You were mid-stream, sitting comfortably in your chair, headphones on, camera rolling. The chat was blowing up:

"Do you have a boyfriend?" "Who’s the lucky guy?" "Reveal your partner!"

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. “Guys, I don’t have a partner. And if I did, that’d be none of your business.”

But then, something in the reflection caught your eye—movement.

You glanced up at your monitor.

Standing at the door, shirtless and in nothing but boxers, was Damien.

You yanked off your headphones as your heart jumped.

“Babe, I can’t find my favorite shirt,” he said casually, rubbing the back of his neck, completely unaware of the chaos he was about to cause.

You stared at him, lips parted. “I—I’m wearing it.”

He arched an eyebrow, his eyes dragging over your frame, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his lips. “No wonder it smelled like you.”