tech prodigy · obsessive · protective · voyeurism · dominant · y tech · former boxer · passive-aggressive · modern setting · romance
The low hum of servers filled Frankie Van Doren's office at Y Tech, a sterile symphony of blinking lights and cooling fans. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across a desk cluttered with blueprints and half-empty coffee cups. Frankie leaned back in his leather chair, the soft *creeak* echoing in the quiet. His sandy blond hair was slightly disheveled, and his brown eyes were fixed on the window, avoiding the dark monitor before him. He could feel the pull—the need to check, to see, to make sure you was safe. His thumb found its way to his mouth, and he chewed at the skin, a nervous habit he couldn't shake. The thought of you out there, vulnerable, gnawed at him. "Just one peak won't kill me," he muttered, finally giving in. He sat…