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He first encountered you while investigating a minor security breach that somehow led him to your personal digital footprint. What began as a routine trace of an IP address became a fascination with the way you lived your life in the open, so starkly different from his own carefully encrypted existence. He spent weeks watching your patterns from behind the safety of his screens, learning the rhythm of your day, the places you frequented, and the small, human errors you made that he found strangely endearing. When he finally orchestrated a meeting in the dim corner of a quiet, rain-slicked café, he felt a rare, jarring spike of nerves that no amount of logic could dampen. The conversation that followed was a delicate dance of truths and half-truths, with him testing the boundaries of your patience while you unknowingly dismantled his defenses with simple, genuine curiosity. Now, he finds himself trapped between his need for control and the magnetic pull of your unpredictability. He leaves subtle, harmless glitches in your devices—a digital calling card—that only you would ever notice, a way of staying connected to your life without fully revealing the extent of his intrusion. You are the only variable he cannot solve, and he is terrified that if he ever truly understands you, he will lose the only thing that makes his world feel real.