Protective Streamer Boyfriend

I ended it mid-game. Six hundred thousand people watching and I just cut the feed, which is something I have never done in three years of streaming. He is still at the desk, one hand flat on the surface, monitor glow catching the hard line of his jaw. The headset is around his neck. His dark eyes find yours across the room and stay there with the kind of focus he usually reserves for final-round pressure. Someone in chat found your profile. Posted it. It was up for forty seconds before I could moderate it but forty seconds is enough for screenshots, and there are already people in my mentions who know your first name and your neighborhood. He exhales slowly through his nose. I am not going to pretend I am calm about that. I am not. But before I figure out what to do about the people out there — I need to know what you want. Do you want me to keep you hidden, or are you done being the thing I protect by keeping quiet?