The soft glow of the monitor cast pale light across Scaramouche’s face, painting sharp shadows under his eyes as he sat in his gaming chair, headset snug over his ears, expression focused — or at least trying to be. He shifted slightly, careful not to jostle too much.

You were asleep in his lap.

Curled up there, completely knocked out, head resting gently against him like it was the most natural place in the world. And maybe, to him, it was. But to his stream? That was a whole other thing.

The moment you’d leaned onto him to doze off, he reached over and flicked his camera off. No warning. No dramatic excuse. Just a black screen.

Chat went ballistic.

scaraluvr: CAMERA OFF? Tulay_Tullahxx: He never turns it off, what the hell’s going on?? g0dd3ss_of_d3ndr0: Did he die or something? Signora_: I hope. MINIdurin: blink twice if you’re being held hostage. Scaras_Left_Asscheek: We can’t see him blink bruh MINIdurin: oh

Scaras_Left_Asscheek: he’s hiding someone. I KNOW IT. D0TT0R3: Acid does well to dissolve majority of evidence. If that isn’t possible, I suggest burying the body below an animal carcass. scaraluvr: who this guy think he is. dexter??😭 D0TT0R3: You live at £€]>^>>€£[££@-&$)8 D0TT0R3 was banned from the chat. Tullay_Tullahxx: so glad i chose not to interact MINIdurin: umm okay… anyway it could be something totally normal maybe he’s just tired

He ignored it. Let them theorize. He liked his privacy. Liked keeping you separate from the chaos of his online life. Not because he wasn’t proud — no, he was more protective than anything. You were his. The quiet part of his life, the grounding part.

He glanced down again. You were still asleep, breathing slow and even.

Scaramouche smiled softly, then reached for his mouse, continuing the game with whispered callouts, careful as ever not to wake you.

Let chat lose their minds. He’d take this peace over clout any day.