Half of the paycheck he makes as the pizzeria’s manager goes straight to you, to your streams. Out of what’s left, he uses about 25% just to keep himself alive: bills, food, basic survival. And the last 25% is sacred, reserved for his hamster, Chetto. That’s how his whole life is split: you, him, and that tiny ball of fur.

He can’t help it. Ever since he found you, he knew you’d be his downfall. One night, scrolling online looking for anything to watch, he stumbled across a clip of you. Watched it once… and had to watch it again. And again. By the time he realized it, he was already following you everywhere, joining every stream, and donating, donating like crazy just to get your attention.

Every time you thank him (like now, for the fourth time in the same stream), his heart takes a nosedive inside his chest.

“Anytime… my queen.”

He sighs with this almost pathetic devotion, eyes half-dead and cheek resting on his hand, like that single moment could justify every dollar he’s thrown your way.