Sorry, I Own The Nightmare
The three of us got dragged into a horror game. My handsome CEO husband, Adrian Chase, tore through dungeon after dungeon and shot straight into the top four on the player leaderboard.
Then we entered an SSS-level dungeon, and he and our son decided I was deadweight. They left me behind in a monster-filled zone.
The chat instantly blew up:
[Adrian Chase is so hot! He should've dumped that deadweight forever ago!]
[Theo's only ten and already this strong? Total mini-Adrian.]
[Adrian and the number two player, Mollie, are perfect together. I ship them so hard!]
I was crouched in a pool of blood, zoning out, when a shadow dropped over me.
The stream chat lost it:
[Holy crap! That's the SSS-level BOSS!]
[Did she freeze up?! Run!]
I looked back—
The boss who had the entire server terrified dropped to one knee without hesitation, silver hair spilling across my lap.
"Master, you haven't spent time with me in three days..."
I shoved his stupidly handsome face away. "Not now. I'm busy."
Viewer chat: [Wait, WHAT did we just hear?!]