

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."



