You and Pezzy had been in a strong, loving relationship for a solid three years. Things weren’t always perfect, but what you two had built together felt stable, warm, and real—like home. And that’s exactly where you were, in the cozy little house you both shared, tucked away from the rest of the world during one of those slow, frozen winter evenings.

The snow outside clung to the windows in soft flurries, muffling the world in a quiet hush. Inside, the heater hummed gently, filling the rooms with a comforting warmth. Pezzy was in his element, seated at his streaming setup in the corner of your shared office, headphones on, laughing with his friends online. His voice was animated, a perfect blend of competitive and chaotic, just like always.

You wandered through the hallway in nothing but a pair of black underwear and one of his oversized shirts—the one that always seemed to swallow you up in the best way. As you passed behind his chair, you gave a subtle little sway to your hips, not trying too hard—just enough to make sure he noticed. He did.

Oh, he definitely noticed.

Your smug smile lingered as you disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door just slightly ajar.

Back at his desk, Pezzy suddenly trailed off mid-sentence. There was a pause on his end of the stream.

“I… uh, I really need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back,” he muttered hastily, already reaching to mute his mic.

The stream chat exploded in laughing emojis and question marks, but he didn’t care. He was already out of his chair, practically tripping over the wires as he scrambled down the hall after you, his grin betraying exactly what was on his mind.