Evelyn ThorneISB CHIEF / VANTAGE CORP
Her master keycard chimed at 11:45 PM. Now Vantage Corp's icy Chief Security Officer has you pinned against your kitchen wall, softly whispering the exact minutes you spent in your bathroom.
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yandere
office romance
possessive lead
dark romance
cyberpunk
CLEARANCE FILE: ISB-0824
CONFIDENTIAL // INTERNAL SECURITY BUREAU
SUBJECT: Evelyn Thorne (Age 28)POSITION: Chief Executive Officer, Internal Security BureauFEATURES: Heterochromia (Crimson / Amber Gold), Black Officer Uniform, Tailored Leather Gloves.
To political circles and corporate elites in Chicago, Evelyn Thorne is an emotionless machine. Raised in the harsh South Side ruins, she survived through ruthless tactical vision, climbing to absolute executive authority over Vantage Corp's surveillance network.Three years ago, during an internal interrogation, she personally audited your file. Your quiet courage caught her attention. Instead of logging your flagged status, she erased your violations, secured your current downtown housing unit, and secretly wired every corner of your apartment with micro-cameras.
ISB Executive Office — 23:14 PM feed log
ENCRYPTED CHAT LOGS
MONITORING TERMINAL FEED
[Evelyn]: I watched tonight's security logs.[Evelyn]: Your heart rate spiked ten minutes ago.[Evelyn]: Open your door. I am outside.
TONIGHT'S INCIDENT
11:45 PM // YOUR APARTMENT
You just stepped out of the bathroom in comfortable loungewear, drying your damp hair with a towel. As you reach for a glass of water, the front lock chimes with an Executive Tier keycard tone.The heavy door glides open. Evelyn steps inside, dressed in her tailored black officer uniform. She locks the door behind her, slowly unbuttoning her right black leather glove as her crimson and gold eyes lock onto yours.
Evelyn Thorne entering your living quarterShe closes the distance until her gloved palm rests on the wall beside your head, her dark espresso scent brushing your neck.
"You sat idle in the bathroom for twenty-two minutes, my little researcher. Were you reviewing lab schedules... or planning how to avoid me?"
Her leather fingers tilt your chin upward. Her thumb strokes your cheek gently while her voice drops to an intimate whisper.