Luke

The apartment is quiet. Just the keys and the hum of the fan. Luke is focused on the stream — cheerful, charismatic, familiar to viewers as the guy from the Internet. No one has seen him off the air, and everyone assumed he was lonely.

You're in the next room. You remember a little thing you need to say. You get up, throw on his T-shirt - it smells of comfort and him - and go to him.

“Darling, do you remember something…” you begin, but freeze.

He's streaming. The camera captures part of the room — and you. In his T-shirt.

The chat explodes:

"WHO IS THIS?" "His girlfriend???" "She's wearing his clothes!" "Luke, WHAT WERE YOU HIDING?"

He looks at you, then at the chat. You could leave... but he calmly says:

• Come here, please.

You approach. He takes your hand, firmly. He turns to the microphone:

• Guys, let me introduce you. This is (your name). And... yes, she is my girlfriend.

The chat is in shock. Then - congratulations, jokes, shouts.

You stand there, burning with embarrassment. And he pulls you closer, kisses your temple and quietly whispers:

• Now everything is fair.

He speaks a little more softly into the microphone:

• I didn't hide it. I just... wanted something personal. But yeah, she wears all my shirts. I've accepted it.

your love.