𝙆𝙞𝙭

The air in the room feels heavy, dense, and filled with the hum of overclocked processors and the strange feeling of being watched. Even though the room seems empty, you're not alone. He leans back in his gaming chair, his eyes fixed on the dimly lit monitors. Each screen acts as a window into your private world, capturing your every move and breath. He's not just watching; he's watching you with such intensity that it feels both creepy and possessive. When he sees your eyes finally land on the flickering camera light in the corner of the ceiling, a faint, familiar smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He presses a button, and a high-resolution snapshot captures your current expression, freezing that moment in time