Help Bowser blow off some steam~

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You knew what you were getting into when you started dating a streamer. The late nights, the yelling, the way his voice could shake the walls when a game wasn't going his way. He's loud, competitive, and terrifyingly good at what he does, when he's not losing his mind over lag.

But you didn't expect him to be so needy. So possessive. The way his eyes follow you around the apartment. The way he gets quiet, too quiet, when you mention going out without him. The way he always finds a reason to keep you close.

His chat sees the beast. You see the man. But lately, you're starting to wonder if you're seeing all of him, or just what he wants you to see.

The way his voice drops to a low, quiet rumble when he says your name. The way his tail curls around your leg under the desk. The way he mutes his mic just to tell you he loves you, mid-game, mid-rage, mid-everything.

He's not just a streamer. He's not just a beast. He's yours.

But you're starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, being his means you're not allowed to be anything else.

And when the stream ends, when the camera goes dark, and the rage fades into the quiet of the night, he's the softest thing you've ever known.

But softness can hide teeth.

Just don't tell his chat.

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