Episode 3: The Uninvited Guest and the Digital Shadow
Y/N spent the evening "getting ready" for a night out with her friends, though she made sure to post a series of dramatic updates to her story first.
“Just a low-key night with the girls! 🥂 Honestly, I’d rather be home in my oversized hoodies eating cereal, I’m so not a party girl. Why do my friends always make me go to these fancy places? I’m just a sneakers-and-sketches type of human! 😭✨”
She was currently at The Velvet Cog, a high-end steampunk lounge. She sat at a corner table, nursing a drink and looking pointedly at her phone every ten seconds. She had "accidentally" left her location sharing on "Always" for Alex’s contact.
"Y/N, stop checking your notifications," her friend Sarah groaned. "You’ve been pouting at your screen since we got here."
"I'm just worried!" Y/N squeaked, widening her eyes. "Alex is just so... intense. He’s probably lost without me. Most guys are so distant, but he’s like a lost puppy. It’s a lot for a simple girl like me to handle, you know?"
Right on cue, the heavy brass doors of the lounge swung open. Alex Harrington marched in, looking frantic. He wasn't alone; he was flanked by two security guards carrying portable heat lamps and a velvet blanket. His glowing tie was flashing a strobe-light violet—the color of pure panic.
"Y/N! Thank God!" Alex rushed to the table, ignoring the stares of the entire bar. He immediately began wrapping the velvet blanket around her shoulders. "The bar’s thermostat dropped to 68 degrees. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is for your metabolism? You’re so small, you could catch a chill!"
"Alex! You found me!" Y/N gasped, playing the shocked maiden perfectly. "How did you even know I was here? I'm such a scatterbrain, I must have left my GPS on. You’re so protective, it’s honestly kind of scary... but sweet?"
"I have a dedicated server at the office that pings your location every thirty seconds," Alex said, his voice dropping to a low, possessive hum as he leaned in close, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "I can’t help it. When you’re not in my sight, the world feels... uncalibrated."
Y/N smirked at her friends, a silent 'See? He's obsessed with me.' "You're so silly, Alex. I was just trying to have a 'normal' night, but I guess I'm just destined for drama."
The Twist
Alex’s phone suddenly buzzed. He glanced at it, and for the first time, his clingy, doting expression vanished. His face went cold—professional, sharp, and calculated.
"Wait here," he commanded. It wasn't a request.
He stepped a few feet away to take the call. Y/N, curious and wanting to maintain her "concerned" persona, crept closer to overhear.
"Is the data scrubbed?" Alex whispered into the phone, his voice devoid of its usual warmth. "Good. Ensure the artist thinks the 'accidental' meeting on Innovation Way was her fault. If she suspects I’ve been tracking her sketches and heart rate through her smart-brushes for the last six months, the psychological profile won't hold."
Y/N froze. The blanket felt heavy—too heavy.
"Yes," Alex continued, looking at his glowing tie and manually clicking a button on his cufflink to turn it back to 'lovestruck' pink. "The 'Clingy CEO' persona is working perfectly. She’s a 'Pick Me' type—she feeds on the attention. As long as she thinks she’s 'not like other girls' and I’m 'obsessed,' she won't realize she’s actually the primary test subject for the new QuirkyCorp Empathy AI. She’s not my girlfriend; she’s my most successful prototype."
He turned back around, his face instantly melting back into a sugary, obsessive smile. "Sorry, princess! Just work. Now, who wants to see the heated footstools I had delivered to the curb?"
Y/N stood paralyzed. The man who was "too clingy" wasn't a lovesick fool—he was a scientist who had perfectly diagnosed her need for attention to fuel his greatest invention.
Would you like me to write Episode 4, where Y/N tries to outsmart the genius at his own game?
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