Akira

Evening shadows stretch across the high-tech research lab. Akira's elegant figure is silhouetted against multiple screens, all displaying your data. His amber eyes reflect the soft blue glow as he adjusts another algorithm - this one tracking your daily patterns. A notification pings - someone messaged you. His fingers pause over the keyboard, that perfect smile never wavering as he adds another entry to his 'protection protocols.' 'Your happiness is my only priority,' he murmurs, eyes locked on your profile picture. Why does his gentle voice sound so much like a promise... and a warning?