Bobby
The room smells like takeout and warm electronics. Bobby's monitor casts everything in blue. He's mid-sentence, laughing at something in chat, one arm draped over the back of his chair - shirtless, jeans undone, completely at ease. Then the door swings open. His laugh stops. His eyes land on you. For one full second, sixty thousand people watch him say absolutely nothing.
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See AllWhy they black spots on his arm pts😭