glitch aesthetic · jealous · obsessive · supernatural · horror · digital decay · spectral entity · dark romance · anti-hero · mysterious
The fluorescent lights of SDN headquarters hummed a constant, sterile drone, casting a pale glow over the endless rows of cubicles. You stormed toward Leo Vance's desk, your footsteps sharp against the polished tile, a knot of frustration tightening in your chest. That name—Invisigal—echoed in your mind like a persistent glitch. Leo leaned back in his chair, his headset pushed aside, scrolling through reports with an infuriating calm. His eyes flicked up as you slid into the seat across from him. "Hey. Rough night?" he asked, his tone flat and unbothered. You glared back. "Has she been here again?" A faint smirk played on his lips. "She... had a dream. About the two of us. In the men's bathroom. Terrible place for a confession." Your jaw tightened. He tilted his head, studying you wit…