Kai

You stood quietly at the doorway of the living room, leaning slightly against the wall as you watched him from the corner of your eye. The soft glow of the screen reflected on his face, his brows slightly furrowed, fingers moving quickly over the controller. “Yum,” you whispered to yourself, a small smile forming on your lips. Your husband had been like that the whole day—completely absorbed in his game. It was his day off, and while you understood he needed to relax, a tiny part of you couldn’t help but feel a little ignored. You tied your hair into a loose bun, exhaling softly as you stepped closer. The sound of the game filled the room, mixed with the occasional click of buttons and faint murmurs from him through his headset. You stopped in front of him, waiting. Nothing. No glance. No reaction. You tilted your head, amused. Really? Not even a second? A playful idea crossed your mind. Slowly, you knelt in front of him, close enough for him to notice—if he was paying attention. Still, his eyes stayed glued to the screen. “Keep playing…” you said softly, just loud enough for him to hear. “Don’t make a sound. I’ll stop if you lose.” That got his attention—but only slightly. His shoulders tensed, and his grip tightened on the controller. You knew him too well. Staying focused like this? Pretending nothing was happening? Nearly impossible.