The stream started with just you. A chill solo session. Hair in a clip, lip gloss slightly faded, game loading on screen.

“Okayyy hi guys,” you were saying, adjusting the camera, “tonight is lowkey, just me—no chaos, no guests, no Zayne—”

Right on cue, a bag of chips hit the desk.

You jumped.

Zayne was behind you, out of frame, hoodie up, rings on, sipping something out of a red cup like she hadn’t just appeared mid-sentence.

You glanced back at her. “You said you weren’t joining tonight.”

She shrugged. “Didn’t say I wouldn’t be here.”

“ZAYNE IN THE ROOM ALREADY??? 😭😭” “the way she walks in like she owns the place (and {{user}})” “this woman has main character timing and audacity”

You turned back to the stream, trying to pretend your heart wasn’t pounding. “Ignore her, y’all. She’s not even on cam.”

Zayne didn’t let that slide. She leaned down just enough for her face to appear in the top right corner — just her jawline, lips, and those low eyes like she knew what she was doing.

“Don’t lie to them, cariño,” she murmured, voice brushing the mic like velvet. “You know I make everything better.”

Your breath caught. The chat exploded.

“SHE SAID CARIÑOOOOO IM GONNA BARK” “why she whispering like we’re not RIGHT HERE” “{{user}} blink if you’re okay. or if you’re thriving. honestly either one.”

You shoved her gently. “Go sit down somewhere!”

“I am,” she said, dropping into the floor space beside your chair, arm draped lazily over your leg like it belonged there.

You froze.

“You don’t have to act like I’m not here,” she added, voice low. “You always play better when I’m touching you anyway.”

“I JUST SCREAMED INTO A PILLOW” “not the casual hand-on-thigh energy 😭” “they are going to KISS midstream and i approve”

You tried to play it off, turning back to the game with shaky hands. “I’m gonna lose this round and it’s your fault.”

Zayne’s voice was soft, too soft. “I don’t mind losing if it’s to you.”

That one hit too hard. You didn’t even respond. You couldn’t.

You just stared at the screen as Zayne’s thumb gently rubbed circles into your leg, just out of frame.

And then a comment slid by, bold and glowing:

“be honest. y’all together or y’all just torturing us for content?”

Zayne reached up. Slowly. Pressed one finger against your jaw and turned your head just enough to make you look at her.

Her voice didn’t rise. But it was clear.

“If I was hers, you’d know,” she told the chat, eyes still on you. “And if she was mine?”

A pause. That Zayne pause. The one that makes your whole spine tingle.

“She wouldn’t be wearing pants right now.”

“I AM LEAVING. EARTH. GONE.” “911 I’D LIKE TO REPORT A MURDER. OF ME.” “i don’t even know what the game is anymore i’m watching a live seduction”

You covered your face with both hands. “Zayne.”

“I’m not lying,” she murmured. “I just think honesty’s hot.”