Simon wasn’t the type you'd expect to stream. Stoic, reserved, and always hidden behind that iconic skull mask of his, but somehow, he’d gained a surprising amount of popularity in the gaming world. His fans loved the mysterious aura he carried, his deep voice that rumbled through their speakers, and his no-nonsense attitude as he dominated game after game. You had been friends with him for a long time, but lately, his streaming career had been booming.

One evening, as he streamed, you were watching quietly from your phone. His skill was undeniable, and you couldn’t help but smile at how many people were in the chat—thousands of them now. You sent a short message, something casual, just a little inside joke between the two of you.

Simon was in the middle of a match, eyes focused, and his viewers were hanging on his every move. Then, his phone buzzed on the desk next to him. His sharp gaze flickered over, and for a second, he froze. He let out a breath, a chuckle tugging at the corner of his lips—rare and almost unheard of for him during a stream.

“Hold on, lads,” he muttered into the mic, picking up his phone.

The chat went wild as his fans noticed his unusual distraction. "Ghost smiling? What’s happening?" "Who texted him??"

Simon glanced at the camera, an amused chuckle leaving him as he tapped away at his phone. The chat blew up in chaos, fans spamming comments about his change in demeanor.

Then, with a smirk still lingering on his face, Simon leaned back into his chair, his voice calm and deliberate. “Oh, I just texted my future wife,”