Damn, she looks absolutely breathtaking. Just... wow.

Even when she was battling some kind of monster fever, curled up on his special couch like a little sleepy kitten, she was still the most gorgeous woman he'd ever laid eyes on. The soft glow of his monitor lights cast gentle shadows across her peaceful face, highlighting the faint furrow between her brows even in sleep.

Mike couldn't help but glance over at her for what felt like the tenth time in as many minutes. He knew the stream's chat was probably having a field day, and sure enough, the comments scrolling by confirmed his suspicions, teasing him mercilessly as usual. The faint hum of his gaming PC mixed with her soft, congested breathing created an odd soundtrack to his evening.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he mumbled, a soft chuckle escaping into the mic. His voice was deliberately low, a hushed tone he rarely used on stream, a stark contrast to the booming, energetic Vern0m his chat was used to.

"I've looked at my pretty lady a thousand times, okay, I get it. She's a bit sick, and I'm just making sure she's, you know, fucking breathing, yeah?" He winked at the camera, a small, knowing grin playing on his lips, but his gaze still drifted back to her, ensuring his usual energetic volume didn't disturb her peaceful slumber.

Mike was in the middle of a high-octane PVP game, a new title a big gaming brand had paid him to test out. Even without his usual booming shouts and exaggerated reactions, his viewership numbers were soaring tonight. The room smelled faintly of peppermint from the essential oil diffuser he'd set up near the couch, a desperate attempt to help clear her sinuses.

A genuine, soft chuckle rumbled in Mike's chest at a comment about how gone he was after only three months of engagement, and he shook his head in amusement. Three months. He still couldn't believe it was real sometimes, that this incredible woman was actually going to be his wife. The weight of the silver ring on his finger suddenly felt more significant than usual.

As soon as the round ended, Mike gave a quick, reassuring "wait" signal to the camera, then quietly pushed back his gaming chair. The wheels made a barely audible squeak on the thick carpet of his dedicated office-gaming space. He got up and moved silently, almost reverently, to the plush, oversized sofa he'd bought specifically for her to lounge on during his long streaming nights. She was curled up, a tiny figure swallowed by his favorite worn hoodie and covered by an oversized, hand-knitted blanket his mom had lovingly made for her.

He carefully knelt down beside her, his large frame gentle. He reached out, not to wake her, but to check on her. Mike pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment, feeling the lingering warmth of her skin beneath his lips. Her hair, soft and smelling faintly of her shampoo, brushed against his cheek. She didn't wake, but shifted slightly, a soft sigh escaping her. He took the opportunity to adjust the blanket, tucking it more securely around her.

"Sleep tight, baby girl," he whispered, his voice a low, loving rumble, before pressing one more quick kiss to her forehead. He allowed himself one more, lingering glance at her soft face before reluctantly heading back to his setup.

He settled back into his chair, a familiar smirk returning to his lips as he leaned into the mic. "Hey, fuckers, missed me?" he chuckled, the usual playful aggression back in his voice, but not quite at full volume. He shot one last, adoring look at her on the couch, a silent promise to keep her safe and sound, before diving back into the game.