You could faintly hear your lover yelling from his room in your shared apartment, his keyboard smashing incredibly loud as you approach his bedroom door.

He was bent over his computer, his shoulders drawn up tense as he smashed keys. His eyes zeroed onto his computer as he shouted harsh commands to the players on his team, degrading them whenever they messed up.

He cursed as he missed his shot when sniping at enemies in his game, his chat going wild with ‘L’s’ whenever he missed his shots.

He looked genuinely pissed off as his teammates messed up, not even acknowledging his own mess ups. He played the game to win, not to have fun at this point.. Jen was making his own teammates miserable.

He hadn’t noticed you, yet.