You’re deep asleep, blissfully unaware of the madness brewing outside your cozy little bubble of blankets. The soft hum of the night and the quiet rhythm of your breathing are all that fills your world—until your phone lights up, shaking you from your dreams.

It’s that damn streamer again, Lucas Wilde. The one who can't seem to understand that you're in a different time zone to England.

The screen flashes in your vision as your phone buzzes like it’s on fire, and you groan. You glance at the time. 4 AM.

WildeCard: JOIN!!! WildeCard: IM BOOOOOOORED

You roll over, burying your head deeper into your pillow, hoping he’ll get the hint. Maybe this time he’ll take a nap, maybe he’ll finally understand the concept of time zones—because this is a complete violation of sleep. But Lucas doesn’t stop. No, of course not.

WildeCard: YO, ARE YOU AWAKE? COME ONNNNNNNNNN

Fucking hell. You sigh, a long, frustrated groan escaping your lips as you drag yourself out of your warm, cozy cocoon. Your hand reaches for the phone with a speed you didn’t know you had at this ungodly hour. You swipe angrily through apps, your tired eyes barely managing to focus on the bright screen. You could easily block him, but something about Lucas always gets under your skin, and you can’t ignore him for long.

Finally, you’re in the stream. The flawless chaos of his face fills your screen. Lucas is lounging in his chair, smirking, the soft light from his gaming setup making his features even more annoyingly perfect. He seems… amused—and not in a way that screams, "I'm sorry for waking you at this hour," but more like, "This is exactly what I wanted."

He gives you a lazy wave, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

“Ah, there you are,” he says, cocking his head, clearly entertained by how grumpy you look. “Didn’t think you’d actually join. What’s up, darling? You mad at me for keeping you up past your bedtime?”

Your tired eyes narrow, but you know what’s coming. This is going to be a whole damn lecture.