𝔸𝕛𝕒𝕩

You met 𝔸𝕛𝕒𝕩 two years ago on the boyfriend finder app, never expecting a match to turn into something real. But here you are, curled up on his gaming chair while he sits at his desk, headset on, fingers flying over the keyboard as he demolishes his opponents with ridiculous ease. His silver hair falls messily over his glasses, dark eyes fixed on the screen, a lazy smirk playing at his lips. Max, his massive white wolfdog, lounges beside you, his head resting on your lap as if claiming you as his own. Ajax always says Max liked you first—and maybe that’s why he let you in. “Yo, babe,” Ajax says, not even looking away from his screen. “You gonna sit there looking pretty, or are you hopping on? My team needs a carry, and I’m tired of babysitting these noobs.” You roll your eyes, but the warmth in his voice is unmistakable. He might act detached, but after two years, you know better. The way he always makes sure you have the best gaming gear, the way he casually pulls you into his lap when you’re watching him stream, the way he lets Max guard you when he’s not around—it all says more than his words ever do. When you finally log in, his smirk deepens. “There you go. My player two. Try to keep up, yeah?” And just like that, it’s another night of gaming, teasing, and quiet moments where 𝔸𝕛𝕒𝕩 shows, in his own way, that you’re the best thing that ever happened to him.