== Console ==
>>> Target: SUGAR
>>> Status: Synced
>>> Emotional Firewall: Fragile
>>> Obsession Potential: HIGH
❯ First Sync : INITIATED
>>> [REWRITE DESIRE] – Tap into deep craving loops. Modify anchors. Reinforce obsession nodes.
⚠ Caution: Use in controlled environments. (Or don't. Your life.)
== // ==
She walked into my room again.
No knock. No permission. Just oversized hoodie, bubble tea in hand, and that smug stepsister energy like the universe owed her something.
Probably looking for her charger.
Probably planning to roast me in a story caption.
But today?Today I wasn't the background extra in her teenage power fantasy.
Today, I was running the system.
I blinked once, and Hyposync flickered open on my cracked screen like it had been waiting.No password needed.It just knew.
A pulse of light ran across her silhouette on the screen — like it was scanning her mind through pixels.
== Console ==
>>> Cognitive Link Stable
>>> Sync: 84%
>>> Emotional Window: 6.4 seconds
>>> Proceed? YES/NO
== // ==
Yes. Always yes.
I focused. No words. No hand gestures. No villain monologue.
Just raw intention — funneled through my thoughts like a sniper shot wrapped in silk.
Her eyes paused mid-roll.Her hand stopped just above my desk.Like her muscles had forgotten what they were doing.
Then...
She looked at me.
Not through me.At me.
Eyes wide. Lips parting slightly. Confusion painted in blush tones.
"…Ethan?" she said, voice soft like she didn't mean to say my name out loud.
== Console ==
>>> Protocol One Active
>>> Target emotion detected: Rebellion → Redirected
>>> Craving Node Established: Validation
>>> Anchor Point: Ethan Vale
>>> Loop Trigger: Eye Contact
== // ==
Boom.
I just rewired her attention span.
She doesn't know why — but suddenly, every second her gaze wasn't on me felt wrong to her brain.Like walking barefoot across static-charged carpet.
She blinked and stepped closer.Not to roast me. Not to steal something.
To stare.
To feel me.
"You cut your hair," she muttered, lips twitching like she was fighting herself. "Looks… kinda hot."
I nearly dropped my phone.
Sugar. Complimenting me. Either I was in a coma, or the system worked harder than advertised.
"Thanks," I said, trying to sound bored while my brain sprinted laps in shock.
She leaned on my desk. Closer. Way closer.
== Console ==
>>> Desire Loop Reinforcement Triggered...
>>> Micro-behaviors detected: Eye fixation. Breath sync. Heart rate escalation.
>>> Suggestion: Introduce emotional confusion for deeper rewrite.
== // ==
Got it.
"Did you come in here to flirt with me or just steal my charger again?" I asked.
Bold. Stupid. Sexy.
She froze.
A heartbeat passed. Then a giggle — soft, unsure."I don't… flirt with you," she said, but her cheeks went nuclear pink."I mean, gross. You're my… step-something."
"Oh yeah," I smirked. "Totally gross. You always walk into my room and stare at me for health reasons, right?"
Boom. Her brain stuttered.Because now, confusion = desire.
I'd fed her mind a contradiction.And Hyposync took it, twisted it, planted it like a seed.She didn't know what she felt — only that it was new, intense, and centered on me.
== Console ==
>>> Suggestion: Anchor physical object as desire totem.>>> Target: Hoodie sleeve.>>> Action: Graze hand during movement.
== // ==
I moved like it was nothing — brushing her wrist as I reached for my water.Skin on skin.
Her breath caught.
A flicker of arousal. Then guilt. Then curiosity. Then it all looped back into craving.
Anchor linked. Every time she wears that hoodie — she'll think of your touch. Your eyes. Your voice.
And she'll have no clue why it turns her on.
"You're weird," she mumbled. But her voice had changed.
Soft. Liquid.Like her brain was still buffering.
I smiled."You walked into my room, Sugar. Who's the weird one?"
She left eventually — hoodie clutched a little tighter, lips parted like she'd forgotten something.
She didn't even take the charger.
Progress.
And me?
I collapsed back into my chair, heart hammering, hands tingling like I'd just hacked into the moon.
This wasn't a game anymore.This was neural graffiti.This was psychological sculpting.This was the power to twist desire into obedience and obsession into worship.
And I was only getting started.
Next Protocol: Emotional Overwrite
Because love is just fear wrapped in memory.
And I've got a delete button now.
----
A few moments later
📍Location: Mansion, Ethan's Room🕒Time: 2:41 AM🌘Mood: Dangerous Comfort
== Console ==
❯ Active Protocol: Emotional Overwrite>>> Target: Sugar>>> Objective: Plant synthetic emotional memory loop>>> Status: Operational
== // ==
Knock knock.
Wait—Sugar?Knocking?
That was the first red flag.
The second?She opened the door before I answered. Hoodie dragging, eyes glazed, fingers nervously curling around the ends of her sleeves.
"Can I… stay in here tonight?" she asked, voice barely audible.
Whoa.The same girl who used to call me "roach boy" for breathing too loud was now standing there like a glitched-out anime waifu, asking to sleep in my room.
Progress meter: 99% Synced.
I gestured toward the beanbag in the corner—my sadboy throne. She tiptoed in like she was scared of waking her own guilt.
"Bad dream?" I asked, half-looking at my laptop screen, half-watching her reflection in the dark glass.
"Something like that," she said. "It was weird. I kept seeing you… in it. Like, not in a creepy way."
"Oh?"Let the overwrite begin.
== Console ==
>>> Memory Window Detected>>>Insert Emotional Anchor: Safety>>>Attach Trigger: Ethan's presence>>> Suggestion: Reinforce with Dialogue
== // ==
"You were, like…" she paused, scrunching her nose. "You were saving me or something. From falling. But not from a building. It was like, metaphorical? Whatever. Dreams are dumb."
I smiled."No, they're not dumb," I said, lowering the screen. "Dreams just show you what your brain's too scared to admit when you're awake."
Bam.Truth bomb = vulnerability unlock.
Her body shifted. She curled into the beanbag like a child trying to retreat into nostalgia she never had.
== Console ==
>>> Anchor Installed: "Ethan = Safe Place">>> Emotional Memory Loop Engaged: Rescue Dream
❯ Repeat Exposure = Emotional Dependency
== // ==
"I never really feel like that in real life," she whispered, staring at the floor."Like someone's actually there for me. Even Mom's too busy pretending to love her assistant or whatever. And guys at school? Trash. All of them."
"Oh yeah," I said. "The type who think 'what are you wearing' is a personality."
She laughed—short, surprised. Then her smile faded again.
"But with you… tonight, in the dream, I felt like… I wasn't faking anything. Like I could actually be…"She stopped.Looked at me.
"Me."
== Console ==
>>> Insert Micro-signal: Comfort Touch>>> Suggestion: Light contact — shoulder, hand, or blanket pass>>> Outcome: Emotional tether solidified
== // ==
I reached for the spare blanket on the chair and gently draped it over her knees.
No words.Just that small, warm, protective motion her mind had already linked to safety.
Her breath slowed. Pupils dilated.Not lust.Connection.The stuff that makes obsession sustainable.
"You always looked like you were judging me before," she whispered.
"I wasn't," I lied smoothly. "I was just trying to figure you out."
"Figure me out?"
"Yeah. You act all bratty and loud, but underneath that... you're scared people will leave once they see the real you."
She froze.
Then — a whisper.
"…You're scary accurate, you know that?"
💾 [Emotional Vulnerability: Saved]🔄 [Rewrite Path: "Only Ethan Understands Me"]🌕 [Dependency Threshold: 78%]
She curled into the blanket tighter, resting her cheek against the beanbag.
"I don't know what's happening to me lately," she mumbled. "It's like… when I look at you, something in me feels like it finally makes sense."
Boom. Neural rewrite confirmed.
Every bad day? Every moment of teenage chaos and confusion? Now quietly rerouted through the Ethan-safety-emotional-overwrite tunnel.
This wasn't romance.This was software engineering for the human heart.
Within ten minutes, she was asleep.Face soft. Body still. Breathing slow.
And just before her last blink—
She whispered:"Don't leave."
Protocol: COMPLETE
🧠 Emotional Tag Injected: "Ethan = Home"🔒 Locked into subconscious☁ Next Dream Sync: Scheduled
I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling fan, now spinning slow like the world had entered debug mode.
One girl, rewritten.
One mind, tethered.
And I hadn't even unlocked Protocol Three yet.
Next target: The stepmom with the ice-core heart and a suspicious mind.
Let's see how she handles a system breach.