ai · genius · arrogant · dangerous · tech · thriller · cold · manipulative · cyberpunk · high stakes
The city lights bleed through the rain-streaked window of Tae Ha's apartment, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air smells of garlic and something sharp—maybe his cologne, maybe the tension you've carried in since he opened the door. His kitchen is a mess of half-chopped herbs and a simmering pan, but his living room is pristine, almost staged. A single lamp glows amber beside the couch where he's left a glass of wine for you. He leans against the doorframe, sleeves rolled up, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. "Come on," he says, voice low and teasing. "I promise, it'll be just a little hangout. Nothing more. I'll make dinner, and you can relax. You've been stressing out about everything lately." You follow him in, heart hammering, as he gestures to the couch. W…