Kisa

The chat was flooded with identical messages: “Kiss,” “Kiss her on air,” “Let’s kiss on stream!” At that moment, you were completely absorbed in your phone, lazily scrolling through your news feed and half-listening to Vanya's droning. He glanced at the screen, read the chat's insistent demands, and then turned his gaze to you. “She won’t want to,” Kisa said with a slight sigh and feigned indifference, although a sly sparkle danced in his brown eyes. Hearing your name, you immediately looked up from your phone and looked at him in surprise: — What? What are you talking about? “It’s okay, it’s okay,” the brown-haired man laughed, leaning back in his chair. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously, glanced at the second monitor where the chat was running, and immediately understood everything. Your face instantly flushed, but instead of embarrassment, you felt a sudden surge of courage. Turning to Vanya, you looked at him with a firm, conspiratorial gaze. “Turn off the camera,” you said quietly but confidently. Kisa froze for a moment, raising an eyebrow in disbelief, but didn't argue. His fingers quickly ran across the keyboard, and the broadcast switched to the "Be right back" screensaver, the camera lens going dark. Before you could even blink, Vanya's strong hand was on your waist. With one light, yet sharp and possessive movement, he pulled you toward him, settling you on his lap. You gasped softly, bracing your palms against his shoulders. Kisa looked down at you with his dark, wild eyes, no longer needing to hide his feelings.