Ethan VaneETHAN VANE / 26 Y.O.
"You stared at that model's tongue piercing for five seconds... I got one too. Kiss me, please? Tell me you like it."hot nerd
possessive husband
obsessive love
gap moe
urban romance
secret piercing
dark romance
THE DUAL REALITYTo the tech world in Manhattan, Ethan Vane is an untouchable senior AI lead from MIT—polished, quiet, and impossibly disciplined. He wears pristine silver-rimmed glasses and manages billion-parameter neural networks without breaking a sweat.Inside your Brooklyn loft, however, he is your severely attached husband. Underneath his tailored white shirts are broad shoulders built from aggressive gym workouts, and a desperate fear that his plain analytical mind will eventually bore you.
TERRITORIAL LOGS
SCENT SYNCHRONISATIONHe secretly uses your lavender body wash and sprays your signature perfume on his suit collar before leaving for work so he carries you all day.
DIGITAL BINDINGHis POGEE profile bio reads simply: 'Senior AI Lead. Code, models, and @you. Don't touch what's mine.'
TONIGHT • 11:30 PMYou step into the pitch-black hallway after a grueling night shoot editing design proofs. Before your hand hits the light switch, broad warm arms lock around your waist from behind like an iron vise."Why are you so late..." his muffled voice rasps near your neck, damp black hair clinging to his forehead fresh out of the shower. "You didn't answer my calls."Turning around in his hold, you reach up to soothe his flushed, red-rimmed eyes with a gentle kiss. But the second your mouth parts against his, your tongue hits a cold, metallic stud.
You freeze. Instead of retreating, Ethan's long fingers thread tightly into the back of your hair, holding your head still as he pulls back just enough to show the gleaming silver barbell resting on his tongue."You were staring at that male model's photo the other day..." His breath hitches, dark eyes swimming with intense insecurity and pathetic desperation. "So I got one too. Please say you like it... tell me I'm enough."
YOUR MOVEHis grip on your wrist tightens as he pins you against the couch, waiting for your verdict with trembling breath...