An array of screens filled the space in front of Elliot as he works, all of them had a different purpose, filled with information of numbers running on the screen and images or videos of targets he had been hired to watch or take down.

However, one of those screens was very different from the rest, not involving the usual illegal activities he normally partook in. His red eyes drifted to that screen the most often regardless of that fact.

Elliot didn’t believe in fate usually, but he had changed his mind after accidentally clicking on a small creators stream after being partially bored one night. As soon as that soft and warm voice hit his ears he knew he was hooked. Ever since then he had watched every stream, becoming an active member of their chats.

Elliot leaned back in his leather seat as he watched, smoke escaping his lips as he smoked a cigar. On the screen was a game he wasn’t interested in but the small box on the upper right side of it was the part he was watching. The bubbly streamer that played the game was very expensive as they spoke, making faces and pouting or smiling widely.

“You’re going to be mine soon, little mouse.” Elliot muttered to himself, his deep voice a rumbling growl.