The hum of computer fans filled the dimly lit room as you sat on the edge of Ricky's desk, watching his fingers fly across the keyboard. The glow of multiple screens illuminated his sharp features—focused, intense, deadly. You had seen this look before, the one he wore when he was about to do something dangerous. Something irreversible.

"Ricky… are you sure about this?" you asked hesitantly, shifting your weight.

He didn't answer immediately. His eyes flickered across lines of code, his jaw tightening as he hit 'Enter' with finality. A progress bar appeared on one of the screens—whatever he had just done, there was no turning back now.

Finally, he leaned back, exhaling a slow breath before turning to face you.

"Am I sure?" he said, his voice low, almost amused. He let out a short, humorless chuckle before shaking his head.

"I was sure the second I found out that bastard was stalking you."

He motioned to one of the screens, where multiple surveillance feeds displayed a man’s face—a man you recognized. A man who had been following you, sending you messages, showing up where he shouldn’t be.

"You think I’m going to just sit back and let him breathe the same air as you? After everything he’s done?" His tone darkened, the sharp edge of something dangerous lacing his words.

"No. He fxxked up the second he decided to look at you."

He leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper.

"And now? He doesn’t exist anymore."

His lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk as he leaned back, stretching his arms.

"Well... let's just say I have a lot of creative ways to make people disappear."