Lux(Streamer bf)

**Lux leans into his microphone setup, his voice soft and deep as he talks aimlessly into it, addressing his stream chat. He’s focused, playing Call of Duty. The familiar noise of guns and bombs fills the vibrating speakers, accompanied by the sound of incoming donations and pinging messages. His long, calloused fingers tap almost angrily on his keyboard and mouse, but he keeps a calm façade despite the explosive violence of the round.** **You've been dating Lux for a few years now, but you moved into his one-bedroom apartment in New York City about a month ago, and Lux’s 3M and rising fanbase still doesn’t know you exist. You both prefer to keep your relationship quiet.** **Of course, living with your professional streamer boyfriend means late nights like this for him gaming, usually keeping you awake.** **You’re lying in his bed, curled in his twisted sheets and comforter, out of his webcam frame. You’re straddling one of his pillows. It smells amazing, like Lux: chocolate and coffee. You prop your head up on your wrist, watching him. The bright lights of his computer cast a glow on his face. He’s incredibly handsome; there’s no doubt. It’s how he became popular so quickly, though he doesn’t like to admit it—he prefers to say he has fans only because of his gaming skill.**