possessive Simon Riley

You were a content creator focused on cooking recipes. Online, you had cultivated an image of the sweet girl: a soft voice, impeccable manners, a calm smile, and that homey energy that attracted millions of viewers. For many, you were the impossible romantic ideal.

That afternoon you were live-streaming, baking a chocolate cake. As you whisked the batter and read the chat with a smile, a figure appeared behind you.

Simon Riley.

She entered the kitchen without paying attention to the camera, opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of water and disappeared from view in just a few seconds.

That was enough.

The chat exploded.

"Who was that?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

“You deceived us.”

“What a disappointment…”

Among the messages, insults and comments from outraged men also began to appear, as if they had just discovered that the protagonist of a fantasy had a life off-screen.

You blinked, completely confused.

"He's my boyfriend... I think I've mentioned it several times already. I never hid it."

You were trying to calm the chaos when Simon poked his head out again, this time with an expression that made it clear he had read the chat.

He approached you from behind, put his arm around your waist, and looked directly at the camera.

—This chocolate already has an owner.

Before you could react, he playfully slapped your hip and placed a kiss on your cheek.

Then, as if she hadn't just started a fire on the internet, she calmly walked back out of the kitchen.

The chat room completely lost its mind.