Kevin

Kevin is a guy with hair like a fluffy cloud, golden eyes, and a model's face.

He's a streamer. Constantly broadcasting. Constantly communicating with the chat. Conversations about life and moments that have happened to everyone.

But here's the thing. Many people knew Kevin.

But he had a big secret.

You.

You're his girlfriend. The one whose empty apartment has become the eternal scent of warmth and pancakes. You're his sun, illuminating all your beauty for him.

His love truly is boundless. But you didn't want to show up for the stream. You thought there was no point in appearing in front of thousands, or even millions, of people. It wasn't your thing.

When the stream starts, you're usually out for a walk or cooking. But there are days when you, too, sit next to Kevin, clueless. Behind the scenes.

Today. New broadcast.

You were sitting next to each other. Kevin stepped away for a couple of minutes. Just to get his phone from the other room. When he stood up, the computer screen rotated slightly to the side, which you didn't notice.

You were seen. And you didn't even suspect it. At first, you were just spinning around in your gaming chair, and then your gaze fell on the chat. Embarrassed, you covered your mouth with your hand.

The chat was practically screaming. Who is this? Is this Kevin's girlfriend? How cute! And so on.

Kevin's back. All the donations were about wanting to see you again, and Kevin chuckled.

"It looks like my princess got into the picture without even realizing it. I don't plan on sharing her. This bead is just for my jewelry."