That night, with Sarah still sleeping soundly against his chest, Stan opened Snapchat and did sothing that made him grin like a boy pulling a prank.
He navigated to Sophie’s TikTuk profile, found the ’add on Snapchat’ prompt she’d left pinned in her stream description, and sent her his ID.
It was not a new ID. Not an anonymous burner. His actual Snapchat, the one Sophie already had saved in her contacts under a na that would make the reveal instantaneous and devastating.
He hit send and set the phone down, shaking his head with quiet amusent.
’I wonder what her face looks like right now.’
He glanced down at Sarah, still curled against him, lips slightly parted, breathing slow and deep, and gently brushed the strand of hair that had fallen across her mouth. His fingertips lingered on her cheek for a mont before he pulled away.
’Too bad I won’t be there to see Sophie’s reaction in person.’
Across the city of Inksea island, Sophie was still riding the high of the most surreal evening of her life.
Her stream had ended twenty minutes ago. Her viewer count had peaked at over a million. Her DMs were flooded with ssages from fans, fellow strears, and platform representatives who wanted to discuss partnership opportunities. Her phone hadn’t stopped buzzing since she’d gone offline.
But none of that mattered the mont she saw the Snapchat notification.
[Streak sent you a friend request.]
Her heart leaped. She fumbled for her phone, opened the app, and copied the ID with trembling fingers. The legendary tycoon, the man who had just reshaped her entire streaming career in under an hour, wanted to connect with her. Personally.
She pasted the ID into the search bar and tapped ’add’.
The result loaded.
Sophie stared at the screen.
The contact was already in her friends list. Already saved. Already nad.
[My Love Stan ❤️]
For approximately five seconds, Sophie Youngs forgot how to breathe.
’Stan?’
’Stan Harrison is Sir Streak?!’
’Stan Harrison, the man who bought a building, who bought a three-million-dollar necklace, who sat through Felix Lawn’s abuse without flinching, who f*cked so hard not too long ago, is the sa man who just dropped two hundred million dollars in my livestream like he was tipping a waiter.’
The room tilted slightly. She sat down on the edge of her bed and pressed one hand against her chest, as if physically holding her heart in place.
’Of course it’s him. Of course. Who else could it possibly be?’
Only a man who could casually gift an entire restricted building in Four Seasons Garden could casually gift two hundred million dollars on a livestreaming platform.
Only a man who’d turned down a million-dollar Patek Philippe because it was too cheap could burn through that kind of money without a flicker of hesitation.
The pieces fell into place with the clean, inevitable precision of a lock clicking open.
Her fingers moved to the keyboard before her brain had fully caught up.
[Sophie: Sir Streak 🥰]
[Sophie: So you’re Master Streak and you never told ...]
She hit send and imdiately felt her pulse spike. The ssage sat on the screen, delivered, then ’read✓✓’, and Sophie watched the status indicator with the focused intensity of a woman defusing a bomb.
Read but no response.
Five seconds passed. Ten. Fifteen.
No typing indicator. No reply. Just silence.
Sophie’s heart rate climbed steadily. Had she said sothing wrong? Was the emoji too much? Was the tone too casual? Too familiar? Too—
She reread her own ssage three tis, parsing every word for possible offense. Finding none, she started replaying their entire relationship from mory, the courtyard, the Four Seasons Garden condition, the taxi ride, the mall, the dinner, the morning after—
’Did I do sothing? Did I say sothing that irked him?’
The typing indicator appeared.
Sophie exhaled so hard she nearly coughed.
[My Love Stan ❤️: Would you have believed if I had outrightly told you that I’m the famous Sir Streak...]
Sophie read the ssage, and a smile broke across her face, wide, unguarded, the smile of a girl who was thoroughly, irreversibly in love and had stopped trying to hide it.
[Sophie: I would’ve believed you...]
The reply ca faster this ti.
[My Love Stan ❤️: Then you’re lying 🙂↕️]
Sophie laughed out loud, a bright, startled burst that echoed off the walls of her empty apartnt. She pressed her phone against her chest for a mont, still grinning, then typed back.
’He’s right, though.’
If Stan had walked up to her a week ago and said ’by the way, I’m the most famous whale on TikTuk Live’, she would have smiled politely and filed it under ’things delusional n say’.
But however, his track record of extravagant gestures would have made her lean toward believing him, but outright, unconditional belief? No. Not without proof.
[Sophie: Okay fine... maybe I wouldn’t have believed you right away 😅]
[Sophie: But I would’ve believed you before anyone else did]
[My Love Stan ❤️: Fair enough]
[Sophie: So back then when Felix Lawn was bothering us during our shopping trip and you said you’d visit my TikTuk livestream... this was what you ant?]
[My Love Stan ❤️: Yes]
[Sophie: You were planning this the whole ti??]
[My Love Stan ❤️: More or less]
[Sophie: Stan Harrison you are unbelievable]
[My Love Stan ❤️: I’ve been told]
Sophie bit her lower lip, still smiling, and curled onto her side with the phone held close to her face. The blue glow of the screen was the only light in the room. Outside, the city was quiet. Inside, her heart was anything but.
[Sophie: You know what the craziest part is?]
[My Love Stan ❤️: What]
[Sophie: The whole campus thinks you’re broke. They think you’re a nobody. They literally tried to expel you this week. You’ve even bought a Lamborghini, but due to your infamous reputation, so will still underestimate you at first glance without the car...]
[Sophie: And the whole ti you were sitting on enough money to buy the university itself]
[My Love Stan ❤️: The campus has a lot of opinions about . Most of them are wrong]
[Sophie: Most? Which ones are right? 😏]
[My Love Stan ❤️: The one about being handso]
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