Chapter 4: One Word, One New Bond
Right then, chat lit up in front of my eyes—messages flying so fast I could barely read.
*StreamerFan99*: *LOL did you see Maverick’s face just now? First time in a thousand runs, folks!*
*PogChamp69*: *Didn’t he try to act all cool? When he saved her, he even fixed his hair, trying to hide that legendary cowlick!*
*EmoBat*: *Are Maverick’s moves not flashy enough? Or is his face not pretty enough? Girl’s immune—succubus power level: MAX. TT*
*SoapOperaTime*: *Maverick turned a newbie match into a full-on drama... When the girl got hurt in the nurse’s station, he even dragged that ghost nurse onto the table and made her pay.*
*CowlickWatcher*: *I thought he finally had a shot, but the girl didn’t care at all. Maverick, your girl’s outta here~*
*user123*: *Girl, please, go stick to the biggest flirt on the server. Trust me, call him 'Boss' once and he’ll probably rip the Demon Lord’s head off and hand it to you.*
Me: "Huh?"
What the—?
Who are they even talking about? Maverick... and me?
I looked back, dazed, at Maverick, just a few steps away.
His silver hair spilled out from under his hood, and that cowlick the chat kept roasting stuck straight up—long and impossible to miss. But today, it drooped, looking as mopey as I felt.
Maverick was smirking and bickering with the chat:
"When your Maverick was clearing the level, you were still crying under the banshee’s skirt."
"Even a sidekick can speedrun horror games. Why do I need you yapping here? Just saying."
I pressed my lips together.
Not binding a familiar means you’re either crazy strong or way too picky. Can I really trust the chat?
I hesitated, then whispered, "Boss."
The trash talk slammed to a halt. Maverick went silent.
The next second, my eyes went wide as his image drew closer and closer.
Maverick looked at me for a long moment, then brushed my bangs aside and bent down, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
It was soft—surprisingly warm for someone with a killer rep. The chat lost its mind, spamming emojis and all-caps. I felt the contract pulse to life between us, a little heartbeat under my skin. Maverick arched a brow, cocky as ever, but there was something gentle in his eyes he probably didn’t want anyone to see. For just a second, I let myself hope—maybe this time, things would be different. Maybe this time, I wouldn’t have to run.
Hope can be a dangerous buff.













