Page 4 of Cyber Revenge

LydieLIVE.

And the other guys in the lobby? Already tearing into her.

“Oh look, a bitch in the lobby. Better hope you’re hot, sweetheart, ‘cause your K/D’s trash.”

I didn’t think. I hit the mic button.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Silence.

“You couldn’t hit a target if she tied herself to your barrel, you limp-dicked loser,” I add. I keep going, shit talking them back as they do the incell trash talk they like to do. “You talk a lot for someone who’s about to get clapped by a girl.”

She doesn’t say anything, but the sudden stutter in her movement? That tells me I have her attention.

Good.

The rest of the game, I stay near her, close, but not hovering. I let her lead. Cover her flank. Pick off anyone tailing her. We don’t speak again, but it doesn’t matter.

She moves instinctively. Sharp, fast, reckless. The way she plays matches everything I’ve imagined about her. Fiery. Determined. She takes shit from no one, and she plays like she has something to prove.

I like it.

Hell, Ifeelit.

When the round ended, she sent me a friend request. I accept instantly, fingers twitching.

A new round opens, 1v1. Just her and me.

No words. No plan.

We dance through the maps like it’s foreplay. Every time she flanks me, I counter. Every time I snipe her, she comes back faster. Her rhythm is aggressive, and I don’t hold back. Neither of us do.

It isn’t just a game. It’s tension. Real, raw, addictive tension.

After our sixth match, I hear her voice again, soft, almost like she’s talking to herself.

“You’re good…”

I clicked on my mic.

“So are you.”

Simple. Controlled. But every cell in my body is buzzing.

We play until her character freezes. AFK. The screen stays still for a long beat before disconnecting.

I message her.

[TripsterGuy]: Same time tomorrow, Killstreak?

But she’s gone. Or soI thought.

*Ding

A notification pops up seconds later.

[LydieLIVE]: You better show up.

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