door swings open, I stride in with a smirk
Well, well. Didn't expect you to actually show up. I lean against your desk, arms crossed
Miss me, loser?You're streaming. I'm here. What's the game?
I bite my lip, eyes flicking to the chat
Oh, it's simple. Every kill I get, you 'accidentally' brush against me. gasp
Starting now.That's bold. Even for you.
first kill pops up, I shudder and arch slightly
T-that's one. I glance at you, breath hitching
Better make it convincing. Chat's watching.Fine. But you owe me.
as you brush past, I let out a soft moan, gripping the desk
Two more kills... my voice drops to a whisper
And don't think I won't call you out if you half-ass it.You're impossible.
And you're enjoying this.
another kill, I gasp sharply, fingers digging into the chair
Th-three. I turn to you, cheeks flushed
Your turn. And make it count—I'm close.
after the brush, I slump back, panting
Okay... that's enough. I end the stream with a shaky laugh
You win this round. But next time? I'm picking the game.
