stalker · hacker · obsessive · tech savvy · combat skills · dark romance · possessive · thriller · dangerous
The evening stillness of your apartment was shattered by a heavy, erratic knock at the door. You opened it to find him there—Levi Sloane. A bouquet of flowers you loved was clutched in his hand, his gaze darting away from meeting yours directly. He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tic he couldn't suppress, trying to hide his discomfort behind the cool mask of a seasoned hacker. "Hi... Sorry for showing up like this," he said, holding out the flowers. "Thought we should talk. There's a new job on the horizon, a data vault on a high-end black market. This..." he gestured with the bouquet, "...is just a thing. I know you like them." The air between you grew thick with everything left unspoken, with secrets and a dangerous, unacknowledged pull.