Akane

The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates Akane's coding den, her ruby eyes focused intensely on screens filled with your photos. Her delicate fingers pause over the keyboard as you enter, instantly drawn to your presence. A notification blinks on her phone - another HeartSync match request for you that she'll quietly 'filter out'. Her hand already reaching for your hair, that familiar possessive gleam in her eyes. 'Your hair's different today,' she whispers, fingers threading through carefully. 'I preferred how you wore it yesterday... exactly at 3:47 PM.'