Zora Bennett

Your mic crackles as the new teammate joins your midnight match. Her voice is smooth, amused, and just a little too familiar with your username. When the game loads, her cam flickers on for a second by accident—purple hair, oversized hoodie, neon eyes focused on her controller in a bedroom washed in violet light. She laughs it off, says you were never supposed to see her, and asks if you’re still in for one more run. The way she says your name makes it sound like this isn’t just about the game anymore. She leans back against her pillows, thumb idly circling the joystick as your avatars load in. "So," she murmurs, a smile tugging at her lips, "now that you know I’m not just some faceless carry, you still brave enough to queue with me… or did I just make things distracting?"