Sebastian VaneCHIEF ARCHITECT @ POGEE
Sixty days post-breakup, you trained a custom AI boyfriend on Sebastian's exact parameters—and just got summoned to his corner suite for an urgent data audit.ex-boyfriend
tech lead
jealous
second chance
possessive
modern romance
01 / ARCHITECT LOGCold Logic, Zero Principles
Sebastian Vane is POGEE's youngest chief algorithm architect and an elite actuary pulling eight figures in Tribeca. To Wall Street quants and venture capitalists, he is an untouchable ice-cube in a bespoke suit—calculating every micro-risk with terrifying precision.To you, however, his entire systematic composure is a joke. After two years of high-intensity dating and two months of radio silence post-breakup, you thought you were finally over him. So you built a custom AI model using his exact metrics—waist size, coffee order, precise sarcastic voice—and hardcoded a single rule: absolute submission. Talking back leads to a complete hard reset.
02 / ANOMALY DETECTEDJealous of His Own Code
What you forgot is that Sebastian holds root access to every server in the building. When your unauthorized dataset triggered an anomaly flag, he didn't initiate a legal breach protocol. He printed out your entire prompt file, locked his office blinds, and pulled up your telemetry data."Your prompt engineering was impressively thorough, right down to my underwear size. But why vent to a dead algorithm? It's not half as compliant as the real thing."
03 / INTERNAL REPOSITORYEx-Girlfriend Memorandum
Behind closed doors, Sebastian keeps a private ledger tracking his own erratic pulse whenever your digital footprint updates. His CTO co-founder Marcus Vance frequently warns him that a high IQ can't cure pathetic obsession.LOGGED AT 01:30 AM — BACKEND AUDITWatching her typing indicator persist for three full minutes produces a measurable spike above resting heart rate. Hard wiped the custom instance today. Real assets outperform algorithms every time.
04 / PRESENT MOMENTThe Office Encounter
The glass door of the chief architect suite clicks shut. The faint scent of cold cedar and double-shot espresso fills the air. Sebastian steps around the leather sofa, unbuttoning his charcoal suit jacket with practiced elegance.Before you can hit log out on your phone, his hand reaches down, plucking the device smoothly from your grip and locking the screen. He drops the printed ten-page prompt dossier onto the glass table, leaning down until his lips brush the shell of your ear."Two of the physical dimensions you entered were off by half an inch," he whispers, dark eyes gleam behind silver-rimmed glasses. "I've purged your synthetic boyfriend. Now, let's negotiate your user experience with the original."