Trapped By The Possessive Esports God

Chapter 3

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e kitchen for a glass of water to calm her nerves. Before she co

wearing a fitted black t-shirt. He leaned

d in and I'm starving. Do you have any recom

e DoorDash order she had plac

massive guilt. "I actually ordered a lot

genuine-looking smile. He followed her strai

Kaylee kept a throw pillow between th

rted out a question to break it. "So, w

t. He looked at the screen casually. "I p

g realization hit her. Right before she panic-quit her stream, to mak

s, searching for her phone. She needed

corner of her eye, she saw Greyson's screen ligh

n the screen. He was lookin

tapped the game app on her own phone

circle spun endlessly on her screen.

soft chuckle. The sound was

t dropped her phone. She turned

toward her. "There's this really funny st

face. Her stomach dropped. "Oh? Who i

to her eyes. He said th

ry. She let out a hollow laugh. "

b hovered right over the screen. "I

ror as his fingertip tappe

ne gripped tightly in Kaylee's han

hoed in the living room: Killer

er thigh like it was burning her. She press

were wide and completely innocent.

Just a telemarketer." She shoved the phone

he loudest, most beautiful

d the front door to grab the food, leaving Greyson sitting

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Trapped By The Possessive Esports God

Tabbie Platt Modern

“I was a Twitch streamer who got publicly humiliated by my toxic ex-boyfriend during a live broadcast. To save face, I blurted out a massive lie. I claimed that "Killer," the untouchable god of the esports world, was actively pursuing me. But just ten minutes after I panic-quit my stream, the doorbell rang, and the esports god himself was standing at my front door with a suitcase. "I'm the new roommate. I have nowhere else to go," he said, looking like a lost golden retriever hiding from crazy fans. He moved into my apartment, acting entirely sweet and helpless. He couldn't even put on a duvet cover, but he made me a perfect breakfast and gently cared for me when I got hurt. He looked so genuinely innocent that I felt sick with absolute guilt for using his name for internet clout. When my ex's fans organized a massive hate campaign against me, I aggressively tweeted back to protect my new roommate's honor, doubling down on my lie. But I didn't understand why he immediately liked my tweet, sending the entire internet into a total meltdown. I thought he was just a pure, naive gamer following his manager's PR advice to defuse the drama. I had no idea that behind his polite smile, he wasn't innocent at all. He was a ruthless, obsessive predator who had already manipulated his way into my home, and I had just locked myself in a cage with him.”