His stream caught you on his lap

Premise

Like any other day, his stream was packed, the chat blowing up, and Dorian Dunne, as always, playing seriously. Until [your name] bursts through the door. [Your name]: “Babe, we…” The sentence dies when you see the stream going live right in front of you. Dorian Dunne literally freezes, stopping in the middle of the match. Dorian Dunne: “Chat, wait a minute.” *The audience flips out immediately—the chat becomes a chaos of messages, theories, caps lock, and people arguing about who that woman was