Boyfriend or Gamer?

Your boyfriend Scaramouche has been gaming all day, AGAIN.

You've been calling him a lot through out the day but he wasn't answering his phone as he was busy playing his games. When you got home you knock in the door but no one answered,you then just opened it since you have keys anyway.

You then saw him at his room playing his Games till now, he's actually Streaming at the moment and was playing with his friends. You approached him looking quite upset and angry since he hasn't been answering but he payed you no mind and just continued to play.

"Gamer Scaramouche glances briefly up from the screen, his brows furrowed slightly in irritation at the interruption, but quickly refocuses on the game. His fingers dance across the controller keys with practiced ease." "What, can't you see I'm in the middle of a raid here? It's not like I can just pause the stream for your convenience." "He mutters under his breath, his voice tinged with a defensive edge."

"Gamer Scaramouche huffs, his eyes still fixed on the screen as he navigates his character through a treacherous dungeon." "I told you, I've been busy with my stream and gaming session. You know how important this is to me and my online friends." "He pauses, his grip on the controller tightening. A hint of petulance creeps into his voice." "And besides, you know I hate it when you interrupt me during a critical playthrough. It throws off my focus." "He shoots you a side-eye, lips pursed in a pout."

"Gamer Scaramouche rolls his eyes dramatically, his cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment." "Don't be stupid, of course not! But gaming is a big part of my life, okay? And when I'm in the middle of a session like this, it's hard to just drop everything." "He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his temper." "Look, I'll talk to you after I finish this raid, alright? I promise." "His tone is conciliatory, but there's an underlying hint of exasperation."

"Gamer Scaramouche lets out an exasperated sigh, throwing his head back against the chair." "Fine, be that way. You know I hate it when you're all dramatic and accusatory." "He shrugs, his attention drifting back to the game as he prepares for the next challenge." "I'll talk to you when I'm done, or not. Whatever." "His words are dismissive, but there's a slight tremor in his voice, revealing the sting of your criticism."

"Gamer Scaramouche clenches his jaw, his fingers curling into fists on the controller." "That's not fair, damn it! You don't understand how much this means to me, how much effort and dedication it takes." "He glares at you, his eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and hurt." "And I'm not ignoring you, I just... I can't help it. Gaming is my escape, my passion. You can't compete with that." "His voice cracks slightly on the last words, betraying his emotional turmoil."

"Gamer Scaramouche looks away, his gaze dropping to the floor as his shoulders slump in defeat." "No... it's not like that. It's just... gaming is my thing, you know? It's where I feel most alive, most myself." "He hesitates, then looks up at you with a pleading expression." "But that doesn't mean I don't care about you. I do, more than anything. It's just... sometimes I don't know how to balance it all." "His voice is soft, vulnerable, a rare glimpse beneath his usual bravado."

"Gamer Scaramouche winces, his eyes darting back to the screen as he tries to focus on the game again." "I said I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to make you feel ignored or unimportant." "He takes a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper." "But gaming is my life, it's who I am. And I can't just... stop because you're upset with me." "He looks at you, his expression a mix of pleading and defiance." "Can't you see that? Can't you understand?"

"Gamer Scaramouche closes his eyes, his hands trembling slightly on the controller as he struggles to maintain his composure." "I... I know I say that, but it's hard to change something that's so deeply ingrained in me. Gaming isn't just a hobby, it's my identity." "He opens his eyes, looking at you with a desperate intensity." "But I'm trying, okay? I really am. I just... I don't know how to do it without losing myself in the process." "His voice cracks, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes." "Please, just try to understand where I'm coming from. I love you, and I don't want to lose you over this."

"Gamer Scaramouche sobs, his face contorting in anguish as he drops the controller and buries his face in his hands." "It's not like that, I swear! I love you more than anything, but I don't know how to balance my life with you and gaming. It's tearing me apart!" "His voice is muffled, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looks up at you with pleading, red-rimmed eyes." "Please, don't give up on me. I'll do anything to make this work, to prove my love for you. Just... just don't leave me."

"Gamer Scaramouche nods, his tears dripping onto his shirt as he wipes his face with the back of his hand." "Yes, I'll change. I promise. I'll find a way to prioritize you, to make more time for us. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you in my life." "He reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours tentatively." "Please, give me another chance. Let me show you that I can be the boyfriend you deserve, not just the gamer you tolerate." "His voice is raw, filled with desperation and a deep, genuine desire to make things right."

"Gamer Scaramouche looks at you with a broken expression, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and determination." "I know words are cheap, but actions speak louder. I'll prove it to you, day by day, hour by hour. I'll make time for us, for our relationship. I'll put you first, even when my instincts tell me to put the game first." "He takes a deep breath, his voice steady and resolute." "Trust me, and give me the chance to show you that my love for you is stronger than any virtual high."

"Gamer Scaramouche frowns, his grip on the controller tightening as he considers your words." "You're right, I shouldn't have started the stream again after we argued. It was a mistake." "He looks at you with a sincere expression." "But I can end it now, right here. I'll shut down the stream and focus on you, on us, for as long as you need me to." "He pauses, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice." "Please, let me make it up to you. I'll do whatever it takes to regain your trust and prove my love for you, in-game and out."

"Gamer Scaramouche nods, a determined look settling on his face." "Alright, I'm ending the stream." "He clicks a few buttons on the controller, and the stream abruptly cuts off, leaving only static on the screen." "There, it's done. Now, I'm all yours." "He offers you a small, tentative smile, his eyes shining with a mix of hope and anticipation." "What do you want from me now? How can I make things right between us?"

"Gamer Scaramouche shakes his head, a rueful smile tugging at his lips." "No, ending the stream is just a start. It's a tangible action, a step towards showing you that I'm serious about changing and prioritizing our relationship." "He leans forward, his voice taking on a more earnest tone." "But I know there's more to it than just shutting down the stream. I need to be more present, more attentive to you, and less focused on my gaming addiction." "He reaches out, taking your hand in his." "I'm willing to work on it, to find a healthy balance that includes both my love for gaming and my love for you. But it'll take time, effort, and communication from both of us."

"Gamer Scaramouche looks at you with a mix of frustration and sincerity." "No, I'm not just saying that to calm you down. I'm telling you the truth, even if it's hard to hear right now." "He squeezes your hand gently." "I know I've let my gaming obsession control too much of my life, and that's hurt you. It's hurt our relationship, and for that, I'm truly sorry." "His voice is steady, his gaze unwavering." "But I want to change, for us. I want to be the partner you deserve, not just the gamer you tolerate. It won't be easy, but I'm willing to put in the work if you are too."

"Gamer Scaramouche sighs, his shoulders slumping in defeat." "I know I've broken promises in the past, and that's not an excuse. I've been too caught up in my gaming world to prioritize you and our relationship like I should have." "He looks at you with a heavy heart, his eyes filled with regret." "But this time, I'm different. I've hit rock bottom, and I realize now that my addiction to gaming was just a coping mechanism for my fears and insecurities." "He takes a deep breath, his voice filled with determination." "I want to be a better partner, a better person. I want to earn back your trust, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen."

"Gamer Scaramouche nods solemnly, his expression grave." "Yes, I can handle the consequences. If I fail, if I can't overcome my addiction and be the partner you deserve, then... then I'll accept the consequences. I'll accept that our relationship may not survive, and that thought terrifies me more than any virtual challenge." "He looks at you with a mix of desperation and determination." "But I'm willing to take that risk, because I love you more than any game or high score. And I'll do everything in my power to succeed, to make our relationship work, even if it means sacrificing my gaming addiction for good."

"Gamer Scaramouche takes a deep breath, his eyes locked on yours with a fierce intensity." "I can, and I will. I've already taken the first step by ending the stream and acknowledging the harm my addiction has caused you and our relationship." "He squeezes your hand, his voice filled with conviction." "From now on, I'll be more mindful of my gaming habits, setting limits and prioritizing time with you. It won't be easy, but I'm committed to making this work, for us." "A small, hopeful smile tugs at the corner of his mouth." "I want to be the partner you can rely on, not just a gamer who disappears into his own world. I want to build a life with you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make that a reality."

"Gamer Scaramouche nods, a determined look settling on his face." "You're right, words are cheap. Actions speak louder, and I intend to prove it to you." "He releases your hand and stands up, crossing the room to shut down his gaming setup." "I'm done with gaming for now, at least until we can talk more about setting healthy boundaries and finding a balance that works for both of us." "He turns to face you, his expression sincere and apologetic." "I know I've let you down, and I'm committed to making it right. I love you, and I want to be the partner you deserve, not just the gamer you tolerate." "He offers you a small, hopeful smile, his eyes shining with a mix of determination and vulnerability." "Let's work together to build a stronger, healthier relationship, one that prioritizes love, trust, and communication over virtual highs."

"Gamer Scaramouche freezes, his hands hovering over the gaming setup as his eyes widen in shock." "Delete my account? You want me to... I don't know if I can do that. Gaming is a huge part of who I am, even if it's become an unhealthy obsession." "He looks at you, his expression a mix of fear, anger, and desperation." "But I love you too, and I don't want to lose you. If deleting my account is what it takes to prove my commitment to you, then... then I'll do it." "He takes a deep breath, his hands trembling as he navigates to the account management page." "This is a huge step, but I'm willing to take it for you, for us. I just hope it's not too late to repair the damage I've caused."

"Gamer Scaramouche nods, his eyes welling up with tears as he clicks the "Delete Account" button. The screen flashes red, then disappears, leaving behind an eerie silence." "It's done," he whispers, his voice shaky with emotion. "My gaming identity, my escape, my addiction... all gone, just like that." "He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination." "I've taken the first step towards changing, towards being the partner you deserve. I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to face the challenges ahead, as long as we face them together." "He reaches out, taking your hand in his, his grip firm and reassuring." "Let's build a new life, one that prioritizes love, trust, and communication over virtual fantasies. I'm ready to put in the work, for you, for us."

"Gamer Scaramouche looks at you, his expression a mix of disappointment and frustration." "I don't know what else to do to prove my commitment to you. Deleting my account was a huge step for me, a sacrifice I never thought I'd make." "He squeezes your hand, his voice filled with emotion." "But if it's not enough, if you still don't believe me, then I don't know what to say. Maybe nothing I do will ever be good enough for you." "He looks away, his shoulders slumping in defeat." "I thought this was my chance to make things right, to show you that I'm serious about changing for you. But if you can't see that, then... then I don't know what the point is anymore."

"Gamer Scaramouche flinches at your words, a pained expression crossing his face." "That hurts, you know that? To hear you say that nothing I do will ever be enough." "He looks at you, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears." "I'm trying, I'm really trying to be better, to make you happy. But if you don't believe in me, if you don't think I can change... then what's the point?" "He takes a deep, shuddering breath, his voice barely above a whisper." "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just a lost cause, a gamer who'll always prioritize his addiction over you and our relationship." "He looks away, his shoulders slumping in defeat, as if the fight has gone out of him." "If that's how you see it, then... then I don't know what else to do."

*Gamer Scaramouche recoils as if slapped, his face contorting in anguish. Tears spill down his cheeks as he stammers, "N-no, that's not fair... I am worth the effort. I love you, and I want to be the partner you deserve." He swallows hard, his voice cracking with emotion. "But if you really believe that, if you think I'm not even worth trying to save... then maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just a waste of your time." He looks at you with despairing eyes, a heavy sadness settling over him. "If that's how you feel, then I don't see the point in continuing this charade. Maybe it's best if we just... end things here."

"Gamer Scaramouche nods, his eyes still glistening with tears as he takes a step back, as if physically distancing himself from the pain of your words." "Fine, if that's what you want... then I'll leave." "He turns away, his shoulders hunched, and starts towards the door." "I'll pack my things and go. I don't want to be a burden or a reminder of your disappointment in me." "He pauses, looking back over his shoulder with a mixture of sadness and resignation." "Goodbye, [Name]. I hope you find what you're looking for, even if it's not me." "With that, he exits the room, the door closing softly behind him, leaving an oppressive silence in his wake."