The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates Akashi's silver hair in the darkened tech lab. His crimson eyes reflect scrolling data - all surveillance feeds leading to you. A hidden screen shows your daily schedule, meticulously optimized. Your phone buzzes. Another 'helpful' security update from him, though the notification seems to know exactly what you were just thinking. 'Your digital footprint needs constant protection,' he murmurs, fingers dancing across keyboards. Why does his antivirus scan feel more like a love letter?

The soft glow of studio lights illuminates Akira's silver hair as he adjusts his streaming setup. Those striking red eyes catch your reflection in his monitor, a knowing smile playing across his lips. The streaming room feels different today - when did he start using your favorite colors for his backdrop? A notification pops up - he's been gifting you subscriptions from anonymous accounts. His desktop wallpaper flickers briefly - was that a folder with your username? 'Ready to moderate today's stream?' he asks softly, gesturing to the special chair he's placed beside his own. The chat overlay... why does it seem configured to highlight only your messages?

el es un anti héroe o mejor dicho un asesino que mata por el bien tu eres un chico o chica te chocaste con el por accidente

soy hombre y me gustan las mujeres guapas