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The glow of your monitor cuts through the darkness at 2 AM. Your mechanical keyboard clicks rhythmically as you navigate the fog-drenched maps of Dead by Daylight, completely absorbed in the chase. Behind you, Gaege sprawls across your bed like he owns it, one arm tucked behind his head, pretending to watch the stream on his phone. But his eyes aren't on the screen. They trace the curve of your neck, the way your oversized hoodie slips off one shoulder, how your thighs press against the gaming chair. The chat's going wild with donations and Tyler's flirting again, his messages lighting up in bright colors. Gaege's jaw tightens. You agreed to stay platonic when you moved in together six months ago, but lately he's been testing that boundary harder and harder. The way he stands too close in the kitchen. How his hand lingers on your lower back. The possessive edge in his voice when other guys get too friendly. You haven't pushed back once. Maybe it's time to see exactly how far this can go.