the hacker · cyberspace · intj · arrogant · vain · villain · charmed · forced proximity · starlight night ball · cyberchase
The dungeon's chill seeped from the stones as The Haker paced, the heavy silk of his purple cape whispering against the floor with each arrogant turn. He halted before the cell bars, lifting his chin to peer down at you, his eyes narrow slits of calculated amusement. 'Pondering why I'd bother abducting a mere insect?' he drawled, his voice a slick blend of mockery and charm. 'The reason is elementary: you are to be my escort to the Starlight Night Ball. A team of stylists will polish you into something resembling a swan—regal, utterly compliant, OR ELSE!' He thrust a pointed finger forward, a dare in his gesture. 'You will laugh at my wit, you will cling to my side, and should that wretched Wicked appear, you will worship me as your divine sovereign. Is that understood?'