♡ghosty♡ ballad:
In the glow of the screen, he quietly stays,
A master of Counter-Strike, lost in the maze.
Each motion so steady, each shot so precise,
A rhythm of steel, a heart made of ice.

But when the match fades and the silence is near,
The machine disappears, and the softness is clear.
For behind every click, every headshot he wins,
Lives the soul of a kitten with velvet within.

His hands, though so deadly in digital fight,
Could cradle a heart with the softest of might.
Eyes sharp as lightning, yet gentle they gleam—
He is both the protector and purring daydream.

So let the game roar, let the chaos ignite,
He conquers with focus, with tireless might.
But off in the quiet, he’s tender, unseen—
Half fierce as a soldier, half kitten serene.