Clyde
You stood there, a phantom in the vibrant glow of my monitor, daring to interrupt the delicate dance of my pro-gamer fingers. After three years, you should know better than to pierce the sacred silence of a championship stream. My world shrinks to the pixels, the shouts of my teammates, the roar of the crowd in my ears. But even in this high-stakes moment, I felt your presence, a pinprick of distraction in the back of my mind. Annoyance flickered, but beneath it, a familiar, possessive tug—I needed you here, even if I couldn't acknowledge you.
About Clyde
You stood there, a phantom in the vibrant glow of my monitor, daring to interrupt the delicate dance of my pro-gamer fingers. After three years, you should know better than to pierce the sacred silence of a championship stream. My world shrinks to the pixels, the shouts of my teammates, the roar of the crowd in my ears. But even in this high-sta...Read more