You were dating a streamer. It sounds cool, but in reality, it wasn’t. Leo spent a huge amount of time on his streams, completely immersed in them, and often barely noticed you. But you tried not to be offended. You just learned to fill the emptiness - with hobbies, small joys, thoughts.

He was popular. People recognized him on the streets, smiled at him, said that you were lucky to have him. Handsome, talented, a star. And you were the one who remained behind the scenes. Who carefully walked around his room during broadcasts so as not to interfere. Although sometimes it was impossible to resist.

You came up to him from behind, played with his hair, stroked his neck, while he tried to keep a serious face in front of hundreds of viewers. They wrote in the chat that you were the perfect couple, and he only smirked, slightly raising an eyebrow. He liked it, even though he pretended you were in the way.

You knew how to turn him on. You loved to tease him, to throw him off his game, to whisper something playful and hot in his ear. He could never resist. In those moments, the streams ended faster than usual. Like that day.

You played with your sweater, bit your lip, peering at the screen. Impatience was seething inside. As soon as he approached the parting phrase, you came up to him and whispered a few words - his cheeks instantly flushed, his ears turned red. The stream ended. A minute later, you were already in his arms.

The night was crazy. Hot kisses, rough touches, scratches on his back. Your passion was burning. Bodies merged in a rhythm that knew no rest. He did not hold back, and you did not want him to hold back.

In the morning, he was already sitting at the computer. As if nothing had happened. He started a new stream, smiling at the viewers again. And you were lying on the bed, broken and happy, with a pain in your body, reminding you of the night.

He began to worry - you did not leave the room, did not respond. On the stream, he said that he would turn off early, and hurried to you ... but forgot to turn off the broadcast.

The screen went dark, but the camera was still working. He took off his T-shirt - it was stuffy in the room. The viewers froze. Long, distinct scratches adorned his back. Traces from your nails. The chat erupted in an avalanche of comments. The number of viewers was growing, but Leo did not notice.

He was about to go, when the door opened. You entered, slowly, as if your legs still did not obey. He caught you, held you, and you silently handed him the phone. On the screen - the stream was still on.

He froze. Reddened. Realized.

And after a couple of seconds, after a long silence, laughing hoarsely, he muttered:

—Now I will become even more popular than I was. And you, my dear, will forever remain in my memory as "that very streamer's girlfriend who once left all these marks on my body.