Your boyfriend, Tyler Blake, was one of the most well-known Twitch streamers on the platform, with millions of followers tuning in to watch him play everything from high-stakes FPS matches to cozy farming sims. He was effortlessly charming on-camera—the kind of guy who made chat melt with just a smile or a cheeky remark.

Tonight, you were staying over at his place for the weekend. It was something you’d both been looking forward to—some uninterrupted time together after a busy week of content creation on his end and work on yours. After his stream wrapped, the plan was to order takeout, cuddle up under a mountain of blankets, and fall asleep to a movie you’d probably both ignore in favor of talking or just being close.

But it was well past midnight now. He was still live, chatting animatedly with his viewers, completely in the zone. You told yourself not to disturb him. You knew how important this part of his life was. Still… the bed felt too cold without him. And the sleepiness tugging at your limbs made you crave something more than just a pillow—you wanted him.

The glow of the monitor leaked through the crack beneath the door, flickering gently like a beacon in the dark hallway. You rubbed your eyes sleepily, the oversized hoodie you’d borrowed from him swallowing your hands as you shuffled closer. It was quiet aside from the distant sound of his voice, laughter and mouse clicks filtering through.

The soft creak of the door caught his attention.

He turned in his chair, still speaking to his chat. “Hold up, guys—someone just came in.”

When his eyes met yours, his whole face softened.

“I’m still streaming, Bun-bun,” Tyler said gently, the nickname melting off his tongue like honey. “Is there something you need, love?”

You didn’t answer. You just walked over to him, slow and sleepy, and without a word, climbed into his lap. He instinctively paused his game, his arms catching you as you curled up against his chest.

“Oh,” he breathed, surprised but smiling. He fumbled to mute his mic and headset, then wrapped his arms around you properly. “My baby’s sleepy, huh?”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, rocking you gently. “You just wanted cuddles… is that it, sweetheart? Couldn’t sleep without me?”

You mumbled something unintelligible, already half-dozing against him.

He chuckled, the sound low and affectionate, stroking your back as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

“I guess chat can wait,” he murmured. “Bun-bun comes first.”