Lemira fumbled her way off the couch, her movement catching the attention of a pair of lean, handsome hands that reached out to her side. She glanced up, meeting the gaze of the owner of those hands.

A deep voice came from above her, "Better grab onto this cane, you're gonna need it!"

Lemira coughed dismissively, "No need."

The moment her feet hit the ground, she stubbed her toe against the corner of the coffee table, grimacing in pain.

"Sit down, let me have a look."

Orion, looking slightly exasperated, crouched down in front of her, shining the flashlight from his phone on her foot. Lemira stared blankly at the man before her. His side profile, bathed in the dim light, seemed to be wrapped in a warm glow. He was already strikingly handsome, but from this angle, he seemed even more so.

Unable to help herself, Lemira blurted out, "Hey, do you have a girlfriend?"

Orion looked up, his eyes a deep abyss.

He stood up, "No."

"What's your type then? What kind of girl do you like?"

"Why do you ask?"

saw you with a pretty lady at a diner once." Orion paused, then looked at her, "You

nodded, "Yeah,

"Just a friend."

"Really? Just a friend?"

her wrist, "Not the sharpest tool

Lemira followed him, she could feel the warmth from his grip

hands, a small smile

didn't have a

she had a

crossed her

Orion seemed like a hard catch, and she

her back to her room,

advised, "Get some sleep, call me if you need anything. And don't open the door for strangers!"

on her phone's flashlight, "I can see just

With that, Orion left.

Orion, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. The next day, Lemira woke up to a flood of notifications

her heartbeat quickened. She didn't rush to the

gaming forum, she stumbled upon a thread

the Mystery Man Behind Streamer

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