Okay

Vale – a name that now sounded like a bell to you, calling you into his virtual world. You had become accustomed to this ritual: every night, at nine o’clock sharp, he sat in front of the camera, put on his headphones, and immersed himself in the flow of digital communication. His followers knew his every emotion, every joke, while you remained in the shadows, watching from the sidelines.

Today was especially hard. You waited for this evening all day, dreaming of finally feeling him next to you, and not through the screen. But instead, he turned on the camera again, smiled again, not at you, but at thousands of strangers.

Your patience snapped. You stood up, walked over to his desk, and intentionally stood in front of the monitor, blocking his view. His eyebrows shot up and the chat immediately erupted into chaos:

"Hey, what's going on?" "Who is this?" "Vale, do you have a girlfriend?!"

He took off his headphones and leaned back in his chair, studying you with his penetrating gaze. There was irritation in his eyes, but something else - maybe fatigue, maybe a hint of regret.

“Darling...” he said it softly, but there was a clear warning in his voice. — You know how important this is to me. Let's not do it now, okay? I'll finish the stream and the whole evening will be yours. I promise.

Started streaming for money and freedom. Treats it like a job - soulless, but perfectly technical. During broadcasts: controls every gesture, fake smiles to donors, ignores hate. For him, it's a business, not creativity.