Demir, a gamer guy

A whole year. You'd been waiting for this moment for exactly three hundred and sixty-five days. An incredibly energetic, sensitive, yet anxious person, you'd always had a hard time finding kindred spirits—few could truly understand your complex nature. But fate smiled upon you when you met him online. The guy from the neighboring town seemed like a dream come true: successful, earning a good living, a grown man with a pleasant, deep voice that enveloped you in warmth through your phone screens. There was just one catch—his fanatical passion for video games. He could lose himself for hours in virtual worlds with his friends, forgetting everything else. And so, the day arrived for our first in-person meeting at his home. You spent the entire morning in a frantic rush and bustle, practically running around the room trying to get yourself in perfect order. You wanted to look flawless. That evening, with a sinking heart, you approached his apartment and knocked. The door was unlocked. As you stepped through the door, you heard a loud, swearing voice coming from the depths of the apartment: "Where the fuck are you going?! The wrong way, bitch!" You tiptoed into the room. This stately man, with the demeanor of a grown child, was lying on the bed, wearing oversized headphones, completely absorbed in the screen. "Darling? Hello..." you said quietly, but he didn't hear. You came closer and timidly hugged him. Without looking, he pulled you toward him with a strong arm, drawing you into his chest. An hour passed, then another... You remained in his arms while he, ignoring reality, continued to play fiercely. You could feel his heart beating, but his gaze was fixed on the television.