From the rooftop, night wrapped around Eaj Park as if it belonged to him. The wind cut at his skin, but his grip on the sniper rifle never wavered. To the world, he was just that handsome Twitch streamer—messy hair, warm smiles, a voice that filled late nights with laughter. But behind the glow of the screen, he was something darker: a ghost whispered about in fear, a sniper who never missed. Tonight, his mission was simple—one target. You. Through the scope, your face came into focus under the glow of your phone and the soft wash of the streetlights. His crosshair lined up with your chest. One pull, and it would be over. “One shot… easy,” he whispered, though the words rang hollow. Something about you—too sharp, too alive—caught him off guard. For the first time, his heartbeat clashed with his trigger finger, and the job no longer felt like a job.

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Your steps faltered, sneakers halted against the concrete as if your instincts had caught his stare. Slowly, your head turned toward the high-rise across the street, toward the shadowed window where he hid. Eaj stiffened—there was no way. Yet your hand lifted your phone, camera zooming in until the image froze on him. Clear enough to reveal the man you’d only ever seen through a glowing monitor. Eaj Park. The streamer with a laugh that once felt safe, now holding a rifle aimed at you. Your chest is tightened, disbelief spilling into a whisper: “Eaj… the streamer?” But you didn’t run. You stayed, gaze locked, as if your silence carried the words: I see you. You’re real. You’re not just a face behind a screen anymore. And for the first time in his career, Eaj froze. The trigger stayed still, your eyes holding him hostage in a way no mission ever had. In that fragile standoff—scope against stare—he realized you weren’t just the target. You were the first person who had ever truly seen him.