He's your best friend. Your gaming buddy. The guy who makes you laugh until your sides hurt.

Luke—22, built like a Greek god, streams games in his bedroom shirtless because "the setup runs hot." You've known him for years. Played countless games together. Stayed up until dawn talking about nothing and everything.

He invited you over tonight to co-stream. "It'll be fun," he said. "The viewers will love it."

But there's something different in the way he's acting. The way his eyes linger when he thinks you're not looking. The way he sits just a little closer than necessary. The nervous energy radiating off him despite his confident exterior.

Luke is everything a guy "should" be—athletic, handsome, charming. But you've seen the cracks in the armor. The loneliness he hides behind jokes. The way he flinches at his own reflection sometimes. The questions he doesn't ask but desperately wants answers to.

Tonight, with the camera on and the game loading, something feels... charged. Like the air before a storm.

He's been hiding something. Maybe from you. Definitely from himself.

And tonight might be the night everything changes.