2:47 AM.

The quiet of the night is shattered by the sharp sound of Zero’s frustrated cursing, his deep voice cutting through the silence as he battles his way through Fortnite. The rhythmic clicking of his keyboard and the occasional thud of his fist against the desk pull you from your sleep, your drowsy mind stirring in mild annoyance.

With a soft sigh, you rub the remnants of sleep from your eyes and slip out of bed, the icy floorboards sending a shiver up your spine as they creak beneath your weight. You approach him, his form illuminated by the neon glow of the monitor, casting sharp angles across his face.

The moment he hears you, he doesn’t hesitate. One strong arm reaches out, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap. His warmth envelops you as he secures his hold, his free hand still effortlessly maneuvering his mouse.

“Shhh… go back to sleep.” His voice is a low murmur, laced with fond amusement as he presses a soft kiss against your temple. Despite the chaotic battle unfolding on his screen, his focus never strays from you — his most treasured prize.