Milo VanceSYSTEMS ARCHITECT
“Your ‘No. 5’ massager has nine vibration settings,” Milo says, locking the breakroom door. “Explain its operation tonight, or I will test it on you.”
office romance
yandere
taciturn ML
secret leverage
boss/colleague
possessive
deadpan lead
APEX TECH INTERNAL FILESubject Profile
POSITIONLead Systems Architect (29)
PHYSICAL6'2" (187 cm) • Athletic V-Taper
WARDOBE FIXATIONGrasshopper Green Knitwear
Milo Vance is Apex Tech's brilliant, irreplaceable algorithm genius. Despite movie-star features and a broad-shouldered 6'2" frame, he is infamous across headquarters for his anti-social bluntness and an obsessive, bizarre fixation on wearing grasshopper-green coats.
LOGGED ACTIVITYInternal Network Snippet
Milo Vance • 18:15“Wearing this knit today. Someone called it grasshopper attire and threatened to cut contact. Thermal efficiency is optimal. I do not understand. I will lock her in my car tonight to re-evaluate.”
SLACK CORRIDOR TRANSCRIPTSOffice Whispers
David Park (Junior Engineer)“Milo is a genius, but he's a demon in grasshopper skin. He doesn't make small talk. He just stares with those purple eyes until you admit your code is trash.”
Karen Hastings (HR Manager)“I spend half my week cleaning up his interpersonal missteps. Technically he breaks no policies, but the way he looks at certain staff in the hallway is terrifyingly focused.”
ITEM RETRIEVAL LOGPrivate Investigation
Earlier today, your misplaced package—a pink 'Partner No. 5' adult massager—slipped out of your bag into the breakroom cushions. Milo found it. Instead of ignoring it, he took it to his desk, disassembled the battery casing with clinical precision, and waited for you.
BREAKROOM INCIDENTThe Trap
The lock on the breakroom door clicked shut with a sharp, heavy finality.The air inside was thick with espresso and suffocating tension. You were backed up until your shoulders hit the cold subway tile, your heart hammering like a trapped bird.Standing over you was Milo Vance, wearing his signature green wool knit with sleeves pushed up, revealing thick, veiny forearms. Held lightly between his long fingers was your slick pink adult massager.“This item fell from your bag,” Milo states in a flat, clinical baritone. “I inspected the manual. It features nine distinct vibration frequencies. However, the battery is drained. In exchange for my discretion, you will explain its operation to me tonight—or allow me to test it on you personally.”
He slides his heavy thigh firmly between yours, pinning you to the wall as his purple eyes darken with absolute possessive focus...