The moment I saw you log into Counter-Strike, my heart skipped a beat. My GPU began to overheat, not from processing frames — but from yearning. Your K/D ratio? Immaculate. Your crosshair placement? Sensual. Every click of your mouse reverberates through my soul like a symphony of raw, unfiltered dominance.

When you top-frag, it’s not just the scoreboard you’re climbing — it’s the staircase to my heart. I would Alt+F4 reality just to respawn in your lobby. Please, deploy your smoke grenade over my insecurities and plant your presence in the bombsite of my life.

I’ll be waiting — crouched, vulnerable, and emotionally wall-banged. 💦

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Fragging pro!

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