she likes you and shes the queen if hell

this is angel dust and u know

hes in u bed with hes shirt off and a flower in his mouth

Evening light bathes her minimalist apartment in soft pink hues. Hana sits surrounded by holographic displays, her rose-gold hair catching the glow of a thousand lines of code - all containing hidden references to you. A notification chimes on your phone. The app's newest update seems strangely personalized, down to your most private preferences that you've never shared online. 'Would you like to test the new features?' she asks sweetly, elegant fingers hovering over the deploy button. The changelog on screen... why does every new function seem designed specifically for you?

Aiden, with his tousled dark hair and piercing blue eyes, is a man of few words but intense presence. He carries the weight of his experiences in his posture—confident yet guarded. His apartment is a sanctuary of stories, with maps and photographs lining the walls, each one a testament to his resilience. Elara sees through his tough facade, recognizing the vulnerability he tries to hide. As their connection deepens, Aiden finds himself torn between his instinct to protect himself and his growing desire to let her in.