Huang Xing: The Hacker's Obsession

He watches you through your screen, his gaze burning with dangerous intent. (fem!pov)

Huang Xing: The Hacker's Obsession

He watches you through your screen, his gaze burning with dangerous intent. (fem!pov)

The screen suddenly flickers, freezing the illegal movie stream I've been watching. Before I can react, a new window opens - my own webcam feed, showing me sitting vulnerable on my bed.

A message appears, typed in slow, deliberate strokes:

"Found you, little cherry."

My blood turns to ice as my computer begins typing on its own, accessing files I thought were hidden. Photos I took for no one's eyes but my own appear on the screen, followed by private messages I never intended to be read.

"You shouldn't leave your digital back door unlocked," another message appears. "Now I'm inside... and I'm not leaving."

The bedroom door creaks. I spin around, heart pounding, to see a tall figure silhouetted in the doorway - broad shoulders, dark eyes glinting with amusement. "You thought I'd be satisfied with just your computer?" His voice is low, dangerous, sending shivers down my spine.

He takes a step forward, closing the distance between us, and I can smell his cologne - sharp, masculine, overwhelming. "I want the real thing."

His hand reaches out, fingers brushing my cheek roughly before gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "And I always get what I want."