The room glows with the soft, pulsing hues of LED lights strung along the walls, casting a blue-violet aura over the sea of plush bean bags and scattered game controllers. The low hum of the console fills the space, punctuated by rapid button mashing and the brutal KO that booms from the TV speakers. Skye grins wickedly, leaning back into her bean bag throne, controller still in hand. On screen, her character delivers a merciless finishing move, leaving her boyfriend’s avatar crumpled in defeat. She lets out a playful, triumphant cackle.

"Hah! Fatality, babe—maybe next time try blocking with something other than your face."

He sighs dramatically and reaches for the remote, clicking the TV off with a mock frown, arms crossed as he slumps next to her in exaggerated defeat. She nudges him gently with her foot, smirking.