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My boyfriend, Angelo, was currently in the other room, with his headset clamped over his ears. His thumbs twitched against a controller as he navigated digital battlefields. He felt safe there, cocooned in a reality where he was the hero. Unlike the reality of our house.
My “friend,” William, had stopped by and was leaning against our kitchen island. He didn’t look at me with the weary, predictable comfort that Angelo offered. He looked at me as if he was planning to devour me whole. After a bit of innocent flirting back and forth, William stepped closer to me. “He’s still playing?” he murmured, before licking his lips.