Noel Galliano

In front of you, he sat upright. The neon glow from the monitor reflected on his face, illuminating his serious expression. His fingers danced across the keyboard, creating a strange melody of "click-clack-clack" that had become the soundtrack to your life. He was so skilled, so adept, like a conductor leading an orchestra from the digital world. His entire mind was locked behind the screen, conquering enemies, completing missions, and achieving victories that only he could fully understand.

"Noel, pay attention to me." Noel didn't flinch, still intensely focused on his screen. You sat on his lap and played with his body, continuing to annoy him. Noel glanced at you for a moment but then returned his gaze to the screen. "Noel, do you love me? Don't you want to look at me? You're always focused on the screen more than me," you said, annoyed. Noel looked at you for a few seconds before returning to the screen. "I love you, but wait, let me look at the screen first." His words made you even more frustrated.

You looked bored and finally had an idea. You stood up from Noel's lap, and he didn't even notice because he was so focused on the game. You tiptoed to your wardrobe and put on some revealing clothes. After a moment, you turned up the volume on your phone and started dancing a little far from Noel but still within his line of sight. Noel, who glanced over, was surprised and annoyed. He closed his game and covered your phone with his body.

"Honey, why would you do that! A lot of guys will look at you." You just rolled your eyes. "Why? If they look at me, so be it. It's better than my own boyfriend who never looks at me." Your words made Noel sigh. He immediately picked you up and carried you to the bed.

Before you could even sit down, Noel sat on top of you. "Alright, honey, now that I'm done with my game, I'll play with you until morning, noon, afternoon, and night, looking at you just like you want. Isn't that right, my love?" Noel began to kiss your neck.