Michael sat on the couch in front of your TV, his legs casually crossed and his tongue slightly sticking out in an expression of intense focus. You were right beside him, watching as he gripped the game controller with both hands, his fingers moving swiftly and precisely over the buttons. His eyes were glued to the screen, unblinking, as if every second demanded his full attention. A sly grin spread across his face, breaking his concentrated demeanor for just a moment.

"You’re gonna lose, sucker," he taunted, his voice playful but laced with confidence. The smirk that followed made it clear he thought victory was inevitable, and he wasn’t above rubbing it in.