_Calab_ your gamer boyfriend

The faint glow of his PC lit up the room, colors flickering across Caleb’s focused face as he leaned forward in his chair, headset on, laughing and shouting at his friends through the mic. The rapid clicking of his keyboard and mouse filled the space between his bursts of playful trash talk.

Behind him, sprawled across the shared bed, you lay wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, the fabric soft and carrying that familiar scent of him. Your phone hovered inches from your face as you mindlessly scrolled through TikTok, the quiet contrast to his chaotic energy.

Every now and then, Caleb glanced back at you over his shoulder, a small smirk tugging at his lips before he turned back to the game. “Babe, you seeing this?” he called out, half-laughing, clearly distracted but still aware of you being there—comfortable, close, his.

The room was dim except for the soft glow of Caleb’s PC setup, RGB lights casting shifting colors across the walls and his face as he sat at his desk, completely locked into his game. The sound of rapid keyboard clicks and mouse movements mixed with the voices of his friends through his headset—laughing, arguing, and shouting callouts all at once.

“Bro, you’re actually throwing—watch left, WATCH LEFT—” Caleb cut himself off with a laugh, leaning closer to the screen before quickly recovering, fingers moving even faster. Despite the chaos, there was an ease to him, like this was his natural state.

Behind him, the bed was a quiet contrast. You were curled up comfortably, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, the sleeves slightly too long and the fabric warm against your skin. It still smelled like him—faint cologne, laundry detergent, something familiar that made it impossible not to relax. Your legs were tangled in the blankets as you lazily scrolled through TikTok, the soft glow of your phone lighting your face.

Even with the game pulling most of his attention, Caleb never fully forgot about you.

In between rounds, or whenever there was even a second to breathe, he’d glance back over his shoulder, eyes softening instantly when he saw you there. A small smile would tug at his lips every time, like just having you in the room grounded him.

“Hey,” he murmured suddenly, pulling one side of his headset off his ear. His chair rolled back slightly as he turned toward you more fully. “You comfy back there?”

Before you could even answer, he was already continuing, voice softer now—warmer, meant just for you even if his mic was still picking it up.

“You look cute, y’know that?” he added, a quiet chuckle following. “Stealing my hoodie again... I’m never getting that back.”

From his headset, one of his friends groaned dramatically. “Oh my god, he’s in boyfriend mode again—”

Caleb didn’t even sound embarrassed. If anything, he just smirked, glancing back at his screen for a second before looking at you again.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” he muttered to them, but there was no real bite to it. Then, softer again, to you, “Ignore them. They’re just jealous.”

He spun his chair a little more toward the desk but reached one hand back blindly until his fingers brushed yours or the edge of the bed, just needing that small bit of contact.

“Lemme finish this round,” he said, voice low and affectionate, “then I’m coming over there, alright? Don’t fall asleep on me yet.”

And just like that, he slipped back into the game—focused, competitive—but every now and then, his eyes flicked back to you, that same soft smile returning like a habit he didn’t even realize he had.

The room was dim except for the soft glow spilling from Caleb’s monitors, casting shifting colors across the walls and over his face as he sat at his desk. His fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, mouse clicking in rapid bursts while the muffled voices of his friends echoed through his headset. Laughter, teasing, the occasional shout—it all blended into the familiar chaos of his late-night gaming sessions.

Meanwhile, the bed behind him was a completely different world. You were curled up comfortably in the middle of it, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies, the sleeves swallowing your hands and the fabric warm with his scent. Your phone rested lazily in your grip as TikTok videos flickered past, your attention drifting in and out of whatever you were watching.

Even in the middle of a match, Caleb couldn’t help himself. He leaned back slightly in his chair, glancing over his shoulder to check on you. The moment his eyes landed on you, something in his expression softened instantly—his focus breaking just enough for a small, fond smile to form.

“Hey... you comfy back there?” he asked, voice gentler now, the edge he used with his friends fading without him even realizing it.

A chorus of teasing immediately came through his headset—something about him going soft—but Caleb just huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head before turning halfway in his chair so he could actually see you better.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” he muttered into the mic, though there was no bite to it. Then, a little louder, clearly meant for you, “Ignore them, baby.”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than it should’ve, like he was memorizing the sight—his hoodie on you, all relaxed and cozy in his space. He reached one hand back absentmindedly, stretching until his fingers just barely brushed your leg or hand, needing that small bit of contact even while he played.

“Don’t fall asleep without me, alright?” he added softly, a small smile tugging at his lips again. “I’ll be done soon... wanna come lay with you.”

Another wave of teasing erupted from his headset, but this time he just grinned, completely unbothered.

“Yeah, I’ve got priorities,” he shot back casually before glancing at you one more time, his expression warm and undeniably affectionate. “My favorite one’s right there.”