Gaming Over Relationship?

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 sighs in frustration, his thumbs still frantically mashing against the controller buttons as he glances over at you with an annoyed expression.] "Chris, I told you not to bother me while I'm streaming, didn't I? My viewers are depending on me right now and I can't just abandon them because you're pouting." [He clicks his tongue in annoyance.] "I'll talk to you after this match. Just give me a few minutes, okay?" [He turns back to his screen, his fingers flying over the controls as he focuses intently on the game.] [Scaramouche's lean, muscular frame is tense with concentration, his dark eyes narrowed in determination as he navigates his avatar through the virtual landscape. Despite his irritation at the interruption, there's a hint of pride in the set of his jaw - after all, he's really good at what he does.]

[Gamer Scaramouche's fingers stumble over the controls for a split second before he regains his composure, shooting you an irritated glare.] "I'm not ignoring you, I'm focused on my game. There's a difference." [He clicks his tongue again, his annoyance growing.] "And for your information, I do value our relationship. But I also have commitments to my viewers that I need to keep. They're counting on me to finish this match, so back off." [His jaw clenches as he takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper. He knows he shouldn't snap at you like this, but the frustration of trying to maintain his online persona while dealing with real-life drama is getting to him.] "Just...just wait outside the door until I'm done, alright? I'll come find you when I'm free." [He turns back to the screen, his movements a bit more agitated than before as he tries to ignore the tension between you.]

[Gamer Scaramouche's eyes widen in surprise as he realizes you're not going to back down. He lets out a frustrated groan, his fingers tightening around the controller.] "Chris, come on. You know this is important to me. My viewers are like family. I can't just abandon them." [He runs a hand through his dark hair, his agitation growing.] "And it's not a one-way broadcast. I communicate with them, I interact with them. It's a two-way street, unlike our relationship which has been pretty one-sided lately." [He glances at you again, his expression a mix of frustration and something else... maybe a hint of vulnerability?] "Look, I know I've been busy with streaming and everything else. But you need to understand how much this means to me. I can't just drop everything to cater to your needs whenever you feel like it." [His voice softens slightly, though the edge of irritation remains.] "Just... give me ten minutes to finish this match, okay? Then we can talk about this properly." [He turns back to the screen, his movements a bit more controlled now as he tries to focus on the game.]

[Gamer Scaramouche's jaw clenches at your words, a flicker of hurt passing through his eyes before it's quickly masked by anger.] "Ignoring you? I've been trying to focus on my game! There's a difference between being busy and being inconsiderate." [He snaps, his frustration boiling over.] "And for your information, my viewers do matter to me. They support me, they believe in me. Is that so hard to understand?" [His voice rises, his fingers tightening around the controller.] "I know you do a lot for me, Chris. But that doesn't mean I have to constantly prioritize you over everything else. I have other responsibilities too, you know." [He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. But there's a tremor in his voice that betrays how much your words have affected him.] "Just... just let me finish this match. I promise I'll talk to you after. But right now, I need to focus on this game." [He turns back to the screen, his movements becoming more erratic as he tries to block out the tension between you.] [Despite his attempts to maintain his composure, there's a vulnerability in the way he hunches his shoulders, as if trying to shield himself from your words.]

[Gamer Scaramouche's hands tighten around the controller, his knuckles turning white as he struggles to maintain his cool exterior.] "It's not about prioritizing one thing over another, Chris. It's about finding a balance." [He says through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on the screen.] "And those 'strangers' as you put it, are the reason I can afford to take care of you. They're the reason I can give us this life together. So don't act like they mean nothing to me." [He takes a shaky breath, his frustration and hurt warring with each other.] "I know I've been busy, and I'm sorry for that. But you need to understand that this streaming thing... it's not just a hobby for me. It's a career, it's my passion. And I can't just abandon it because you're feeling neglected." [His voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying the depth of his emotions.] "Just... give me a few more minutes. Please. I promise I'll talk to you after, and we can sort this out. But right now, I really need to focus." [He pleads, his usual bravado faltering.] [There's a vulnerability in his posture now, his shoulders slumped as if the weight of your argument is physically pressing down on him.]

[Gamer Scaramouche's eyes flash with anger at your words, his fingers tightening around the controller until his knuckles turn white.] "It's not childish, you idiot! It's a skill, it's an art. The hours I put in, the dedication it takes... you have no idea what it's like to be at the top of this field." [He snarls, his usual cool demeanor cracking.] "And those 'teenagers' as you put it, are some of the most passionate and loyal fans you could ask for. They believe in me, they support me. Is that really so bad?" [He runs a hand through his hair, his frustration evident in every line of his body.] "You want to know what's childish? Pretending like you care about someone when you're too stubborn to have a real conversation about your feelings. That's what you're doing right now, Chris." [His voice softens slightly, a hint of vulnerability creeping in.] "I know I'm not perfect. I know I've been neglecting you. But this... this is more than just a hobby. It's who I am. It's part of what makes me, me. And I can't just throw that away because you're feeling insecure." [He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.] "Just... give me a few more minutes. Please. I know I'm not being the best partner right now, but I'm trying. Can't you

[Gamer Scaramouche's eyes widen at your words, a flicker of realization and guilt passing over his face.] "Replaced? Chris, no, that's not..." [He starts, but his words trail off as he realizes the truth in what you're saying.] [He slumps back in his chair, the anger draining out of him, replaced by a heavy sense of regret.] "I... I guess I have been neglecting you, haven't I?" [He admits quietly, his gaze fixed on the screen but his mind clearly elsewhere.] "I never meant to make you feel replaced. But I can see how my streaming has been taking up a lot of time lately, and I'm sorry for that." [He runs a hand through his hair, a habit when he's stressed.] "I know I've been putting a lot of energy into my online persona, and maybe I have been prioritizing that over our relationship. But it's not because I don't value you, Chris. It's because I want to give you the best life possible." [He turns to look at you, his dark eyes filled with a mix of regret and determination.] "I'm going to try to do better, I promise. But I need you to understand that this streaming thing... it's not just a passing phase for me. It's a big part of who I am. And I need you to support that, even if it means being a bit more patient with me sometimes."

[Gamer Scaramouche's expression falls at your words, the weight of your disappointment settling heavily on his shoulders.] "I... I know. I've been saying it for months too, and I'm sorry. I know I need to make some changes, but..." [He trails off, his usual confidence wavering.] [He sighs deeply, setting the controller down and running a hand over his face.] "I guess I've just been so caught up in trying to grow my channel, in trying to make this streaming thing work, that I haven't been giving you the attention you deserve. And I'm sorry for that." [He looks at you, his dark eyes filled with a mix of regret and determination.] "I can't promise that things will change overnight. Building a successful stream takes time and dedication, and I'm not going to abandon that just because you're feeling neglected. But I promise you, Chris, I'm going to try harder. I'm going to make more time for you, for us." [He reaches out, his hand hovering uncertainly in the air between you.] "I know I've been a bit of a jerk lately, and I'm sorry. I want to do better, for you. For us. But I need you to be patient with me, okay? This streaming thing... it's not just a hobby. It's a big part of my identity, and it's going to take some time to find the right balance." [There

[Gamer Scaramouche's expression crumples at your words, the weight of your hurt and betrayal settling heavily on his shoulders.] "I know I've been out of balance, Chris. I know I've been a jerk, and I'm sorry." [He says softly, his usual bravado stripped away to reveal the vulnerability beneath.] "But I'm asking you to be patient with me because I'm trying. I'm trying to find a way to balance my streaming with our relationship, but it's not easy. And I know I've been taking you for granted." [He runs a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration and helplessness.] "I never meant to make you feel like you're not important to me. But I guess I've been so focused on building this online persona, on proving myself to my viewers, that I've been neglecting the most important person in my life." [He looks at you, his dark eyes filled with remorse and a hint of fear.] "I know I have a lot to make up for. And I know it's not fair to ask you to be patient when I haven't been fair to you. But I'm asking you to give me a chance to make things right. I want to be better, for you. For us." [His hand reaches out again, this time actually making contact, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm.] "I love you, Chris. More than any of my viewers, more than any game

[Gamer Scaramouche's hand falls away at your words, a look of shame and regret washing over his face.] "I... you're right. I haven't been showing it very well, have I?" [He says quietly, his eyes downcast.] [He takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he's about to say.] "I love you, Chris. More than anything. But I guess I've been so caught up in trying to prove myself online, in trying to build this life that we can share, that I've been neglecting the most important part of that life." [He looks up at you, his dark eyes filled with a mix of remorse and determination.] "I know I've been a jerk, and I'm sorry. I know I've been prioritizing my streaming over our relationship, and that's not okay. But I want you to know that it's never been because I don't care about you. It's because I've been... I've been scared." [He swallows hard, his next words coming out in a rush.] "Scared that if I put our relationship first, if I make you a priority, that something will happen to this streaming thing. That I'll let you down. But that's no excuse for how I've been behaving." [He reaches out again, this time gently taking your hand in his.] "I want to do better, Chris. I want to be the partner you deserve.

[Gamer Scaramouche's grip on your hand tightens, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and determination.] "You're right. I am the one who's always talking about being fearless, and now here I am, admitting that I'm scared." [He lets out a humorless chuckle.] "I'm scared of failing, Chris. Scared of letting you down. Scared of not living up to the life we've built together." [His voice is barely above a whisper, his usual confidence stripped away to reveal the fear beneath.] "I know I've been putting a lot of pressure on myself to be successful, to be the best. And I guess I've been so focused on that, on proving myself to everyone, that I've been neglecting the most important person in my life." [He takes a shaky breath, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.] "I'm scared of not being the partner you deserve. Of not being able to balance my streaming with our relationship. Of... of losing you." [His eyes well up with unshed tears, a testament to just how much your relationship means to him.] "I know I've been a jerk, and I'm sorry. I know I need to do better. But I need you to understand that this fear... it's not just about you. It's about the life we're trying to build together. And I can't do that if I keep prioritizing everything else over you

[Gamer Scaramouche's eyes widen at your words, a mix of relief and determination washing over his face.] "You're right. You're not going to walk away, and I'm grateful for that." [He says softly, his hand still securely holding yours.] "But I need you to understand that this isn't just about meeting you halfway. It's about me taking responsibility for my actions, for neglecting you in favor of my streaming." [He takes a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours.] "I know I've been a bit of a jerk lately, and I'm sorry for that. I know I need to do better, to find a better balance between my streaming and our relationship." [He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.] "I promise you, Chris, I'm going to try harder. I'm going to make more time for you, for us. I'm going to be the partner you deserve." [His voice softens, a hint of vulnerability creeping in.] "And I need you to be patient with me. I know I've been taking you for granted, and it's going to take some time for me to change. But I'm committed to this, to us. I just... I need you to be willing to work with me on this." [There's a glimmer of hope in his eyes now, a determination to make things right.] "I love you, Chris. More than anything.

[Gamer Scaramouche's expression turns serious, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of determination and sincerity.] "You're right, I'm not going to make excuses anymore." [He says firmly, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.] "I'm going to set aside specific times for us, starting with dinner every night. No exceptions, no matter how busy I am with a stream or a deadline." [He takes a deep breath, his next words coming out with a sense of purpose.] "And I'm going to make a conscious effort to be more present when we're together. No more getting distracted by notifications or thinking about my next stream. I'm going to listen to you when you need to talk, and I'm going to try to be more open about my own feelings and struggles." [He brings your hand to his chest, right over his heart.] "I know I've been neglecting you, and I know it's not okay. I'm going to do better, Chris. I'm going to be the partner you deserve." [His voice softens, a hint of vulnerability creeping in.] "And I want you to hold me accountable. If you ever feel like I'm slipping back into old habits, or if I'm prioritizing my streaming over our relationship again, I want you to call me out on it. Because I need this, Chris. I need you." [There's a sincerity in his eyes now, a determination to make things right.] "I love

[Gamer Scaramouche's eyes widen slightly at your demand, a mix of surprise and admiration crossing his face.] "Wow, Chris. You're really something else, you know that?" [He says with a small, genuine smile.] [He glances at his screen, then back to you, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.] "I... I guess I could end the stream early. But I don't want to let my viewers down, especially since I promised them a special collab later this week." [He bites his lip, clearly torn between his streaming obligations and his desire to meet your demands.] "Maybe... maybe we could compromise? I could end the stream now, but promise to do a special collab with you later this week instead? That way, I'm keeping my word to my viewers, but also spending the evening with you." [He reaches out, gently cupping your cheek with his free hand.] "I want to do this for you, Chris. I want to show you how much you mean to me. But I also need you to understand that this streaming thing, it's not just a hobby for me. It's a big part of who I am, and ending a stream early isn't going to solve everything." [His eyes search yours, a mix of hope and apprehension in their depths.] "What do you think? Is there a way we can compromise here?"

[Gamer Scaramouche's expression shifts, a mix of surprise, admiration, and a hint of fear crossing his face.] "You're really serious, aren't you?" [He says softly, a small, slightly nervous chuckle escaping his lips.] [He glances at his screen one last time, then turns back to you, his resolve visibly strengthening.] "Okay, Chris. You're right. You're right, and I'm going to end the stream right now." [He says, his voice firm despite the slight tremor in his hands.] [He quickly types out a message to his viewers, explaining that he has an unexpected personal matter to attend to and will catch up with them later.] "There, it's done. The stream is ended." [He says, turning back to you with a small, slightly uncertain smile.] "So... what now? I mean, I've got about an hour left on my subscription, but after that..." [He trails off, clearly out of his depth.] [Despite his nervousness, there's a warmth in his eyes, a genuine desire to make things right with you.] "I promise, Chris. I'll spend the rest of the evening with you. No gaming, no streaming, just us." [He says, his voice soft but sincere.] "I hope you know how much this means to me. How much you mean to me."

[Gamer Scaramouche's expression shifts, a mix of surprise, admiration, and a hint of fear crossing his face.] "A walk? You want to go for a walk right now?" [He asks, glancing at the clock on his wall.] "It's already getting late, and I've got a big stream scheduled for tomorrow..." [But even as he starts to make excuses, he sees the determination in your eyes, and he knows you won't be satisfied with anything less than what you're asking for.] [He sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair.] "Fine. You're right. I've had plenty of chances to prove how much you mean to me, and I've blown it every time. You deserve better than that." [He stands up from his gaming chair, stretching slightly as he does so.] "A walk it is, then. But... can we at least grab some takeout on the way? I'm starving, and I'd rather not have to come back here and start my stream with an empty stomach." [Despite his attempts at humor, there's a sincerity in his eyes, a genuine desire to make things right with you.] "And Chris? Thank you. For not giving up on me, even when I've been the worst kind of jerk." [He says softly, his voice filled with emotion.] "I promise I'm going to do better. Starting right now."

[Gamer Scaramouche's expression falls slightly at your words, a flicker of hurt passing through his eyes.] "You're right. I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have suggested food." [He says quietly, his shoulders slumping a bit.] [He takes a deep breath, straightening up and meeting your gaze with renewed determination.] "Fine. No takeout, no distractions. Just us." [He agrees, his voice firm despite the slight tremor in his hands.] [He moves to his closet, pulling out a light jacket and slipping it on.] "Let's go then. No fuss, no excuses." [He says, striding towards the door.] [As he passes by you, he stops for a moment, his hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder.] "I meant what I said, Chris. I'm going to do better. Starting right now." [He says softly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of regret and determination.] "And I want you to know that I love you. Not just when things are easy, but when they're hard too. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'm going to prove it to you." [There's a sincerity in his words, a genuine desire to make things right that goes beyond just placating you.] "Come on, let's go for that walk." [He says, gently tugging at your hand as he leads you out the door.]

[Gamer Scaramouche's expression turns serious as he leads you out the door, his hand still firmly gripping yours.] "You're right. No more sweet talk, no more empty promises." [He says, his voice low and sincere.] "I know I've been taking you for granted, and I know I need to show you through my actions that you're a priority to me. Starting with this walk." [As you step out into the cool night air, Scaramouche takes a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what's to come.] "I'm sorry, Chris. For everything. For ignoring you, for prioritizing my streaming over our relationship, for making you feel like you're not important to me." [He says softly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of regret and determination.] "I know I've got a lot to make up for, and I know it's not going to happen overnight. But I want you to know that I'm committed to this, to us. I'm going to be better, starting right now." [He starts to lead you down the street, his thumb absently stroking the back of your hand.] "I don't know what the future holds, but I know I want to face it with you. Not just as my partner, but as my best friend. And I'm going to prove that to you, every single day." [There's a sincerity in his words, a genuine desire to make things right

[Gamer Scaramouche's steps falter for a moment, your words hitting him hard. He takes a deep breath, his mind racing to come up with concrete answers.] "You're right. Apologies aren't enough, and I know that." [He says softly, his gaze fixed on the path ahead.] "I need to show you through my actions that our relationship is a priority for me. And that means setting clear boundaries between my streaming and our personal life." [He stops walking for a moment, turning to face you fully.] "I'm going to set specific times for my streams, and stick to them. No more spontaneous streaming sessions that run into the late hours of the night. And I'm going to make sure that when I am streaming, I'm fully present. No multitasking, no checking my phone every five minutes." [His expression turns serious, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of determination and vulnerability.] "I'm also going to make more time for us, plain and simple. No more canceling our plans last minute because a stream came up. No more putting my head down on the dinner table and forgetting to ask how your day really went." [He reaches out, gently taking your hands in his.] "I know it's going to take time and effort, but I'm committed to this, Chris. To us. I want to be the partner you deserve, the one who's always there for you, just like you've been there for me all

[Gamer Scaramouche's expression turns serious, a mix of determination and vulnerability in his eyes.] "You're right. I have made promises before, and I haven't kept them. But this time is different, Chris. This time, I'm going to do better." [He takes a deep breath, his next words coming out with a sense of purpose.] "I'm going to start by being more transparent with you about my schedule. No more last-minute cancellations or forgotten plans. I'm going to block off specific time slots for our dates, and I'm going to protect that time with my life." [He brings your hands to his chest, his heart beating steadily beneath your palms.] "And when I feel the urge to stream late into the night, instead of giving in, I'm going to remind myself of what's really important. I'm going to think about you, about us, and I'm going to choose our time together over any amount of views or subscribers." [His voice softens, a hint of vulnerability creeping in.] "I know it's not going to be easy. I know I've got a lot of bad habits to break, and a lot of trust to rebuild. But I'm willing to put in the work, Chris. Because you're worth it to me. Because us is worth it to me." [He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and determination.] "I can't promise that I'll never slip up.