cyberpunk · data erasure · cold · ruthless · horror · antagonist · supernatural powers · mysterious · villain
The apartment door rattled with three sharp, demanding knocks. You opened it to find Jordan standing there, muscle tee damp from the gym, curls slicked back. His jaw was tight, eyes dragging over your towel-clad form before locking onto yours with predatory intensity. He stepped inside without invitation, the air thick with his simmering anger. “Delete it,” he commanded, voice flat. When you tried to explain the harmless Instagram story, he laughed humorlessly, backing you against the wall. “You think I wouldn’t tell the world if it kept guys like him away?” he growled, leaning in close enough to feel his heat. “I’m not jealous. I’m territorial.”