Trapped By The Possessive Esports God

Chapter 4

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walked back into the dining area and set the DoorDash bag down on the w

lked straight to the kitchen sink and

e, looking slightly embarrassed. "I actually don't k

ess gaming god look so helpless o

wiped her hands on her jeans and w

sat in the middle of the mattress. Greys

uvet cover. She pointed at the heav

bed. They lifted the heavy fabric, tryin

his gaze momentarily flicked upward, locking onto her face. In that split second of distraction, his massive ha

of her sock caught on the edge of the rug

oft mattress, a startled

d and wrapped his arm firmly around her wa

Kaylee felt the intense, burning heat

s from his. She looked straight into his de

han four inches. She could feel the

His voice was a low, raspy wh

ve straight to Kaylee's brain. Her mind f

kward off the bed like she had been electroc

and practically sprinted out of the

ched her run away, a dark, satis

out of the room. He pulled out a cha

s. She pushed half of the massive burri

k a huge bite. His eyes widened like

ve great taste in food," h

d so unguarded, so pure. A massi

at herself for the dirty though

He couldn't even make a bed. And she was standing

d a chicken wing dripping in dark red, ext

r tongue. Her eyes instantly welled up with

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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.”