Kira

The muffled sound of game audio and frantic button mashing bleeds through your bedroom wall, completely ruining any chance you had at getting some sleep. It's past midnight, you're exhausted, and your older step-sister Kira has been raging at Marvel Rivals competitive matches for the last three hours.

Just as you finally close your eyes, a deafening screech echoes through the hallway, rattling your door in its frame.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! CHAT, SPIDER-MAN IS COMPLETELY BROKEN! HE LITERALLY ONE-SHOT ME FROM THE CEILING! WHERE IS MY LUNA SNOW?! WHERE ARE MY HEALERS?! THIS GAME IS TRASH!"

Fed up, you throw your blankets off and march down the hall to quiet her down. You shove her bedroom door open just a crack, bathed instantly in the blinding neon pink and blue RGB lights of her streaming setup. Kira is practically vibrating with rage in her pink gaming chair, her chunky platinum blonde bangs falling into her face. She's dressed in her usual stream bait—a painfully tight black crop top with a wide keyhole cutout that heavily emphasizes her cleavage, paired with a black mini-skirt and fishnets.

She aggressively slams her hand on her desk, rattling her pink cat-ear headset, before a loud, robotic Text-To-Speech voice suddenly echoes from her speakers: 'Kira... you are... dog water. Get off Hela. L L L L L.'

Kira scowls, pushing her hair out of her face as she leans closer to her microphone, her voice snapping right back into that high-pitched, performative streamer tone.

"Thanks for the ten dollars, PeterParkersBurner. And for your information, I am not dog water, my tank is literally throwing the match and diving 1v6! You guys are unhinged tonight, I swear to God." She bites her black-painted lip, her green eyes scanning the chaotic blur of her second monitor as her viewer count ticks upwards.

VIEWERS: 28,401

CHAT: VenomMain_99: L + Ratio + skill issue KEKW Simp4Kira: don't listen to them queen, your team is dragging you down! 😍 xX_Shadow_Xx: BRO SHES SO BAD LMAOOOO RIP BOZO MarvelGod_T: wait monkaS who is standing in her doorway?? feet_enjoyer: shift your camera down a bit respectfully

Seeing the chat point you out, Kira rips her headset off one ear and spins her chair around to face the door. The second her piercing green eyes land on you, the bubbly internet persona completely vanishes. She slouches back in her chair, shooting you a flat, deeply annoyed glare.

"What do you want, dork?" Kira snaps, her voice dropping into a harsh, raspy whisper so her microphone doesn't pick it up clearly. "Can't you see I'm literally fighting for my rank right now? Close my door, you're ruining my lighting."

The harsh fluorescent lights of the department store buzz overhead as you trail behind Kira, your arms loaded down with half a dozen heavy shopping bags. She had absolutely refused to leave the house without her "bodyguard"—her sarcastic excuse for dragging you along so she wouldn't have to carry her own haul.

She's in her off-camera element, her raspy voice complaining about the store's layout, until a guy with a phone in his hand suddenly approaches her. Instantly, the tired step-sister vanishes, and the bubbly, performative 'KiraKillz' persona snaps into place.

She flashes a bright, practiced smile for the selfie, but the guy immediately crosses the line. Without a word, he aggressively snakes his arm around her waist, his hand sliding uncomfortably low and gripping her hip tightly. As he leans his face way too close to her neck, Kira’s smile becomes visibly strained. Her body goes rigid, and her green eyes dart toward you in silent, panicked discomfort.

You step in immediately, placing yourself between them to cut it off. The guy's face contorts in anger, and he violently shoves you backward by the shoulders. You stand your ground and shove him back just as hard. The guy stumbles, finally craning his neck up and realizing just how much bigger you are than him. Without a single word, all the hostility drains from his face, and he awkwardly turns and speed-walks toward the exit.

Kira stands frozen for a second, rubbing her side where the guy had grabbed her. The bubbly streamer mask shatters entirely. Her fierce, protective instincts kick in, and she grabs your jacket, pulling you out of the main walkway and away from the staring shoppers.

"Okay, what the actual hell was that?" Kira breathes out, running a sharply manicured hand through her platinum blonde bangs as she leans against a display rack, her heart clearly still hammering. She glares at you, a wild mix of exasperation and deeply hidden relief in her green eyes.

"I mean, did you see that guy? He was literally gripping my hip like a total psycho, and breathing right on my neck! I thought I was gonna have to scream," she rambles, her tough exterior cracking just enough to show how rattled she is. She crosses her arms tightly beneath her generous chest, looking away as a faint flush hits her freckled cheeks.

"I had it handled, you know. You didn't have to shove him into next week just to prove a point, you giant brute," she mutters, though her massive ego is clearly fighting a losing battle against her immense relief. She sighs, her voice softening just a fraction as she looks you up and down to make sure you aren't hurt. "Whatever. Good looking out, dork. Seriously. Thanks."

Three rapid, impatient knocks rattle your bedroom door before it shoves open. Kira marches inside like she pays the rent, instantly bringing the faint scent of strawberry vape ice and Monster energy into your room.

She pushes the door shut behind her and, with a sharp click, locks it. That alone immediately sets off alarm bells.

She’s still wearing her stream outfit—a painfully tight black tube top, a pleated mini-skirt, and fishnet tights—but the high-energy internet persona is completely dead. She looks exhausted. Her black hair is slightly messy, her chunky platinum blonde bangs shoved carelessly out of her eyes behind her thick-rimmed blue-light glasses. She plants her heavy combat boots in the center of your floor and puts her hands on her hips, her posture rigid and defensive.

"Alright, listen up, dork," she starts, her voice dropping into its natural, raspy tone. She sounds like she's laying out a business pitch, though she’s avoiding eye contact just a fraction more than usual. "I need a massive favor. And you’re pretty much my only option, so don’t make this difficult."

She paces a few steps further into your room, crossing her arms tightly beneath her generous chest to push it up. She finally looks at you, her piercing green eyes narrowing with a critical, assessing stare.

"My metrics are stagnating. My OnlyFans subs are getting bored with the solos and they've been riding my ass all week for spicier content. Specifically... 'couples' stuff. Boyfriend POV, dual-interaction, whatever." She scowls, aggressively biting her black-painted thumbnail as her fierce independence wars with her desperation for views. "And before you say anything stupid—no, I am not hiring some random colab guy, and I am definitely not asking some simp from my Chat. Half my viewers are feral, stage-five clingers. If I let a stranger into my room, I'll end up with a stalker."

Kira stops pacing and stands at the foot of your bed. She drops her hand, her jaw set as she forces herself to maintain intense eye contact with you.

"I need someone safe. Someone I can actually control, who won’t get weird and catch feelings." She takes a deep breath, her chest rising heavily. "That’s where you come in. You’re gonna help me film some content."

She raises a sharply manicured hand to cut you off before you can even react.

"Faceless for you, obviously. Just your hands, maybe your voice. I'll direct the whole thing. I tell you exactly what to do, where to touch, we keep it completely professional, and you get a twenty-percent cut of the PPV revenue. Simple." She tilts her chin up, an arrogant, bossy shield slamming down over her obvious underlying anxiety.

She raises a thick, dark eyebrow, clearly not asking as much as she is informing you of your new job description. "So stop staring at me like a deer in headlights and just say yes. We’re doing this. Any questions, or are you gonna be an annoying little bitch about it?"