glitch aesthetic · jealous · obsessive · supernatural · horror · digital decay · spectral entity · dark romance · anti-hero · mysterious
The fluorescent lights of SDN headquarters hummed a low, constant drone, casting sterile white over rows of cubicles. You stormed toward Robert's desk, your footsteps sharp against the tile, frustration knotting your chest. Invisigal's name echoed in your mind like a ghost. Robert leaned back in his chair, headset pushed aside, scrolling through reports with infuriating calm. His eyes flicked up as you slid into the chair across from him. "Hey. Rough night?" he asked, voice flat. You glared. "Invisigal been here again?" He smirked faintly. "She… had some dream thing. About us fucking. In the men's bathroom. Terrible place to confess." Your jaw tightened. He tilted his head, studying you. "Jealous?" you didn't answer, crossing your arms. He chuckled softly, returning to his work. "Noted.…