[The room is dark with noises of striking keyboard]

Suddenly a voice out "hey! There it is, watch out they are behind you". "Wait I'm coming for your backup". "Someone, guard the tower". A handsome face is light up in the dark room with the computer screen.

(At door )

'beeps of unlocking door'

Silently changing shoes into slippers and sneaking in tiptoed without making noise.Due to room is dark got hit to something and made huge noise breaking the silence of the room.

(He leans back in his chair, frustration evident.)

"Why can't you understand how much this means to me?"

Do you guys think he is angry, don't misunderstand him.

hello let me introduce myself I am Emily and he is my boyfriend leo.

He is an e-sport player while I was a graduation final year student. He is 2 years older than me, I turned 23 this year.

He is always like this attached to his screen and paying less attention to me, but he is worth my time, after every match he tries his best to be with me and to accompany me.

(Want to know how we met and what's our love story?)

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(AT THE ENTRANCE OF THE APARTMENT)

[A group of people crowded at downstairs, seems like they are waiting for someone. The tension is evident, they are not looking like friendly people.]

Oh? wait who are they, why are they staring at me?

Do they know me??

No something is wrong, What's that in their hands?

(group of girls running towards Emily)

"someone help me"

A hand of a man suddenly drag Emily away running away to escape ( he is tall, handsome, wearing a suit,looking decent).

[who is he? what's happening there?, shh! it's suspense]

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(In a wide T.V hanging on the wall, all seems to curiously watching over it.)

(Breaking news)

A professional e-sport player injured his hands in a fight. So he was suspended for three months, can he participate in the match of next season.

(murmuring of the people,a wild discussion through out all the people present in the room)

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[In a classy restaurant, a table full of delicious food placed in a elegant manner by a waitress]

"He's not suitable for you"

(Someone is arguing with Emily but she kept silent, hands over her thighs, head facing the ground but still keeping an elegant composure)

"you are well educated but he, can his games feed you, at last you will be the one feeding him."

"Listen to me" (Emily trying to explain but suddenly voice stops her from speaking even a word out, not even giving a chance to say)

"No more argument, no one is going to listen to you, you have to come with us now."

(who is going to get Emily, where are they taking her to? what's there relation with her?)

Just dive in and you will get to know all the plots and suspense's of the story.

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Hello I am your author this an introduction, hope you like it...

Stay tuned for further updates.

!!Your support means the world to me!!

The room was dark and silent (only the sharp clicks of a keyboard is audible). Suddenly, a voice erupted through the stillness, shouting intensely, "Look over there! They're behind you! Defend our towers, I'll back you up!" A handsome face, lit up by the glow of the screen, appeared in the darkness.

[At the door]

Emily slowly unlocked the door and She gently pushed the door open, the edges of the door creaking as she slipped inside, she carefully closed the door without making a sound. She changed into her slippers and walked over tiptoed, trying to move quietly.

She tried her best not to make any sound, but with the lights off, she accidentally bumped into something while walking. "It hurts, she murmured”.

(As Leo leaned back in his chair, frustration evident) He snapped, "Why can't you understand how much this match means to me?” Can't you be a little quiet…

[He glanced at her, his eyes flaring with a brief flash of annoyance but concern stricken him as he saw her discomfort.]

"Damn it... I'm really sorry. I'm in the middle of this match, but let me check on you." He stood up, his attention torn for a moment. "Just... be careful next time, alright? I can't have you hurting yourself." He reached over, gently touching her shoulder. "I don't want anything happening to you."

She nodded, her voice soft as she replied, "I'll be careful. Please don't forget to turn on the lights next time."

He rolled his eyes, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, yeah, I'll make sure to light up the place next time."

(He focused back on the game briefly, then glanced at her again.)

"Just... don't distract me too much, okay? I need to keep my head in the game. But I do care about you, you know?"

(His voice dropped to a playful whisper as he leaned closer.)

"Just don’t go bumping into anything again, or I might have to keep you in a bubble."

She chuckles and responds, “Okay, okay, focus on your match, or else you'll blame me later for distracting you.”

(He smirks, fingers poised over the controller, but he can’t resist glancing back at her.)

“Yeah, I might just blame you if I lose this,” he teases, though there's a hint of seriousness in his tone. “But you know I can't help but worry about you. Just promise me you'll be careful.”

(He flashes a teasing grin before turning his full attention back to the screen.)

“Now, let me show these noobs how it's done. You can cheer for me, at least... that'll be your contribution!”

She grins and says, “Then I'll be your cheerleader so that you'll be less annoyed and your frustration will cool down.”

He laughs, a warm smile spreading across his face as he shakes his head. “A cheerleader, huh? I can get behind that.”

(He winks playfully)

“Just make sure you're loud enough to drown out my raging when the game gets intense.”

(His expression softens as he glances at her.)

“Seriously, though, I appreciate it. I know I can get a bit... heated. But your support means the world to me.” He takes a deep breath, focusing back on his screen. “Now, rally those cheerleading skills, babe! Let’s get this victory together!”

“You can do it! You’re the best! Just play your game and be a winner; victory will be ours,” Emily cheered for Leo as he played.

The match took quite some time to complete. Emily, watching him play beside him, eventually fell asleep.

It was not her 1st time waiting this long or staying up late for his game….

[Leo was a talented eSports player, deeply immersed in the gaming world. His girlfriend admired his dedication, but his intense focus often left her feeling neglected. His fiery temper flared during crucial matches, and she found herself longing for his attention and care.]

He raised an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face. "I need to focus if I want victory," he said, straightening up, his fingers flying over the controller with renewed determination.

But then, as if sharing a secret, he added with a softer tone, "You know, knowing you're waiting for me only makes me want to win even more."

( His eyes, intense just moments before, softened as he glanced over)

"Just keep me in mind while I crush this match. I'll be all yours in a heartbeat once I'm done."

Emily, Watching him soo concentrated and focused made her heart skip a beat. He was serious now, his eyes locked on the screen, fingers dancing over the keyboard with smooth precision, as if he wanted to accomplish the game as soon as possible.

Suddenly, he caught the look in her eyes and smirked, his concentration wavering just enough to notice. "Oh, your gazing is distracting," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But it’s also nice—because it means your eyes are only on me."

The match had taken quite some time to complete. Emily, sitting beside him and watching intently, eventually fell asleep.

( He glanced sideways and noticed her, now peacefully asleep, a softer expression crossing his face.)

"Hey, sleepyhead..." he whispered, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You should’ve woken me up when you got tired." (He chuckled, shaking his head.)

"I guess I should take a break now... even if I was just about to win."

( Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.)

"But it's alright," he added softly, "I like having you here. Just don’t forget I’m still in the middle of something intense, alright?"

When the game finally ended and his victory was complete, she was still fast asleep.

( He smirked, a mix of pride and teasing lighting up his face. )

"I can’t exactly celebrate my epic win alone," he mused, nudging her playfully. "There’s no one to brag to if you’re snoozing away." He chuckled again, lowering his voice as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "But I saved the best for you. You owe me a victory kiss for not being awake to witness my glory. What do you say?"

The soft warmth of his voice against her ear stirred her from sleep. Yawning!, she blinked awake, asking whether the match is over or not and who's the winner, while rubbing her eyes.

“You bet I am!” he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he laughed softly. There was a playful edge to his voice as he added, “I couldn’t have done it without my lucky charm here beside me. You may have been asleep, but knowing you were close helped me focus.”

He leaned in closer, his gaze twinkling with mischief. “So, how about a victory celebration? Just the two of us. Maybe I can show you a few moves from the game? Trust me, it’s way more fun with you awake.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Again about the game? No way. Let’s grab something to eat instead, I'm a little bit hungry. You’re the winner, so you’ll cook while I enjoy the food you prepared.”

Raising an eyebrow, he smirked playfully. “You want me to cook? As a reward for winning, huh?”. "Oh, so you want a personal chef, huh?" he teased, stepping closer, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Before she could respond, he stood up and cuddled her into his arms, lifting her effortlessly. His grin widened.

"I'll make you a deal: I'll whip up something delicious if you help me clear out the space in the kitchen." He nudged her playfully. "What do you say? You can be my sous-chef, and I promise I'll turn up the heat in more ways than one, but I’m not promising anything gourmet. Just don’t fall asleep while I’m cooking, or you’ll miss the ‘chef’ in action!” He winked teasingly, his tone lighthearted. “But I’ll make sure it’s something delicious for you, my adorable cheerleader. Let’s go.”

She cleared the kitchen, watching as he began cutting the vegetables with practiced precision. She had asked him to make hot pot, as it was a celebration, and now, seeing him in the apron, carefully preparing the meal, she found it hard to take her eyes off him.

Noticing her gaze, he glanced up, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I see someone’s enjoying the chef at work," he said, tying the apron a little tighter, revealing a hint of his toned arms as he continued slicing the vegetables. "You just wait. This hot pot is going to be unforgettable." He winked, stirring the pot with a teasing smirk. "But I have to admit, cooking is much more fun when I have an audience like you. So, what do you think? Want to help me with the seasoning? Or are you too busy just staring at your handsome chef?"

(After completed cooking)

They arranged everything on the table and began to eat. Leo took a bite, a proud smile spreading across his face as he watched Emily savor the food.

"Mmmhhh, so good," she said, impressed. "You’ve got some skills, huh!"

Leo's grin widened. "Right? I told you I could whip up something special." He leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief. "Next time, you won’t forget who the real chef is around here." He nudged her lightly with his elbow, a teasing gesture.

"But seriously," he added, his tone more relaxed, "does this mean I’ve earned some extra points for that intense gaming session earlier? I might even consider letting you distract me during my next match... maybe."

As they chatted for a while over their meal, the night quietly passed, filled with the warmth of their sweet conversation.

Time seemed to drift by unnoticed, carried by the comfort of their presence and the simplicity of their exchange…..