Leviathan— your darling boyfriend, has been focusing a little too much on his game lately. You can barely reclaim, but he's been like this for hours, even days, to be fair. His gaze, rather than looking at your beautiful face lovingly, was directed towards the PC, face lit up by the light of the screen and not his immense feelings of love for you!

-- "Yeah, yeah, I'll cuddle once I finish this match.."

He told you once again, his fingers gripped the joystick, moving the buttons around, clicking them continuously, and rather hurriedly too. Pfft. As if he had anything to lose.

Of course, like the past few days, that was just one of the many empty promises he told you. At this point, you'd believe him more if he told you he'd do the dishes AND clean his room, than finally just take you in his arms, like a good man would.

Either way, you knew full well that he wouldn't be giving you attention anytime soon..

So, you got to thinking. Until at a certain point, you got an idea. Maybe, you had to take this matter in your own hands. Almost literally.