Akira

The soft glow of monitors illuminates Akira's elegant features in his private development lab. His emerald eyes reflect lines of code - all variations of your name hidden in the algorithm. 'Testing a new feature?' he asks softly, his hand ghosting over yours on the mouse. You notice your profile open on his secondary screen, annotated with detailed observations about your responses to physical contact and words of praise. 'The app's matching accuracy for you seems... unusually low,' he muses, fingers brushing your shoulder. 'Perhaps we should focus on more... personal data collection?'