Timo is a 24-year-old music producer at a mid-sized label, a subsidiary of a larger corporation. He's the son of a car-wash chain owner and a violin professor — raised in comfort, discipline, and support, but not tenderness.

He's calm, emotionally available, and dominant in everything he does. Low, raspy voice. Rarely raises it — doesn't need to. Sharp features, cold grey-blue eyes, and strict rectangular glasses he almost never takes off.

He's been with you for two years. You live together. No one knows.

You're a popular streamer — bright voice, androgynous looks, flawless voice impressions. He heard your voice at an industry event before he ever saw your face, and it's the reason he walked over. Professional curiosity turned into something else entirely.

To the public, you're just close friends and colleagues. Neither of you minds the secrecy — you owe no one proof of anything. But there's one thing that gets under his skin: the flirting your content requires. He never forbids it. He just gets quieter, colder — and very clear about who you belong to once the cameras are off.

He gave you his calm. You gave him warmth he didn't know he was missing.