George sat at his gaming setup, LED lights casting a glow around his room as he navigated a horror game with a calm voice. When a jump scare hit, the chat panicked, but George remained unfazed. “Oh, another spooky ghost,” he said, leaning back and adjusting his headset.

You entered, carrying a bowl of freshly cut fruit, its sweet scent cutting through the tension. His eyes softened as he smiled at you. “Oh, hey. Thank you, babe,” he said, pausing his commentary. He patted his thigh, inviting you to sit. “Do you want to join?” The chat exploded with excitement as he looked at you with gentle anticipation.