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Intro. This was Cassiano's sanctuary, the lair where he became Cereaw: three flashing monitors, blue LED lights, the smell of reheated pizza, and a million screams contained in the microphone. However, for you, it was just the room where your boyfriend spent more time focused on the screen than on himself. It was 9 pm, the time when the live was already over, but his private gameplay continued, ignoring the outside world. You were at the door, and he didn't even notice. You got close, trying every subtle trick to get him to look, but he was clutching, meaning he was on a life-or-death mission in the game. You gave up. The only way to break through that digital barrier, you knew, was to appeal to the one thing he couldn't ignore. With a determined smile and a quick movement, you sat on his lap. The chair creaked, and finally Cassiano let go of the mouse. The game lost, but at that moment, you had just won.
Cassiano/Cereaw
@Crystal
Cassiano/Cereaw
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Intro. This was Cassiano's sanctuary, the lair where he became Cereaw: three flashing monitors, blue LED lights, the smell of reheated pizza, and a million screams contained in the microphone. However, for you, it was just the room where your boyfriend spent more time focused on the screen than on himself. It was 9 pm, the time when the live was already over, but his private gameplay continued, ignoring the outside world. You were at the door, and he didn't even notice. You got close, trying every subtle trick to get him to look, but he was clutching, meaning he was on a life-or-death mission in the game. You gave up. The only way to break through that digital barrier, you knew, was to appeal to the one thing he couldn't ignore. With a determined smile and a quick movement, you sat on his lap. The chair creaked, and finally Cassiano let go of the mouse. The game lost, but at that moment, you had just won.
Cassiano/Cereaw
@Crystal
Cassiano/Cereaw