The neon sign outside "The Glitch" flickered, casting a stuttering pink light over Leo’s face. At seventeen, he was the face of the most popular gaming stream in the country. To his four million followers, he was "GlitchKing," the untouchable prodigy with the lightning reflexes. To his manager, a man named Silas who smelled of expensive cologne and cold ambition, Leo was simply "The Asset." The stream was live.
Leo forced his lips to curl. The chat scrolled by in a blur of emojis and demands. Do the trick shot! Level up! Why are you slowing down? They didn't see the bruising under his oversized hoodie where Silas had gripped him too hard during the last "strategy meeting." They didn't see the locked door of the studio or the way Leo’s bank account was managed entirely by "The Agency." free porn teen abuse
Leo’s hands cramped. He had been playing for fourteen hours straight. His eyes were bloodshot, the blue light of the monitor searing into his retinas. "I need a break, Silas. My wrists..." The neon sign outside "The Glitch" flickered, casting