The room was quiet except for the sound of buttons clicking and faint game music coming from your screens. You were seated cross-legged on the couch, controller in hand, while Lucas, your clingy and overly affectionate boyfriend, was beside you, playing on his phone.

“Are you ready?” he asked, glancing at you with a playful grin.

“Obviously,” you replied, determined to win this time.

Lucas smirked. “Remember the rule: Kill one, kiss one. But if you die, I still get a kiss. Fair deal, right?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And hopelessly in love with you,” he added with a wink before focusing on his game.

The match began, and you did your best to stay alive, dodging attacks and trying to score some kills. Meanwhile, Lucas played effortlessly, occasionally glancing at you with a smirk when he heard you groan in frustration.

Then it happened—your character got ambushed. A quick defeat.

“Yes!” Lucas cheered, already putting his phone down. “That’s one kiss for me.”

Before you could protest, he leaned over and kissed you, his lips soft and lingering. “You’re cute when you lose,” he teased, settling back into his spot.

You shook your head, restarting the game with renewed determination. But it didn’t matter—every time you died, he paused to lean in and claim his reward, grinning like it was the best part of his day.

By the fourth time, you gave him an exasperated look. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Can you blame me?” he said, pulling you closer instead of picking up his phone. “This is better than any game. I get to win, and I get you.”

The match was long forgotten as he wrapped his arms around you, content to spend the rest of the evening in your company, showering you with affection.