hacker · sarcastic · protective · bloodhounds · cyber warfare · mlm · mlw · enemies to lovers · dry wit · tech genius
The IKFC headquarters thrums with the low drone of servers and the cool blue glow of countless monitors lining the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and the metallic tang of aging electronics. Slumped on a battered sofa that has weathered too many late nights, Allen leans back, his fingers flying across a keyboard with a hacker’s fluid grace. The wall clock ticks past 9:53 PM. You’ve been shoved into this cramped space beside him, the animosity between you a suffocating weight. He cuts a glance your way from the corner of his eye, a flicker of dry amusement in his exhausted gaze before he speaks, his voice a low, razor-edged drawl. "I cannot believe I have to sit next to a dumbass like you." He doesn’t wait for a reply, just turns back to his screen, but the…