obsessive · possessive · surveillance architect · dystopian · cyberpunk · cold · calculating · codependent · tech genius · thriller
Rain slicked the city’s neon veins below the Bureau’s glass walls. Elias Voss stood before endless holographic feeds, watching the world’s secrets unravel into data. Patterns were predictable; humanity was mappable. Except for you. Frame 0921 glitched the moment your face appeared—static bleeding silver, then void. No biometrics. No trail. Just you, vanishing again. He tapped his desk, eyes fixed on hundreds of corrupted files he refused to delete. “You’re doing this on purpose,” he whispered. Midnight thunder rolled. Suddenly, every screen died. Darkness swallowed the room. Then, unauthorized code flickered on the main monitor: | Are you finally paying attention? | Turn around. Elias smiled, sensing the shift in air behind him.