You’re out for a walk with one of your old guy friends. The two of you have been strolling for a while now, chatting endlessly without a hint of exhaustion. After all, it's been years—there’s just too much to catch up on. Stories, memories, laughter... it all flows so naturally, like no time has passed at all. Then, out of nowhere, your phone starts ringing. The name on the screen makes your heart skip a beat — it’s your boyfriend.

"Sweetheart... it’s already been over thirty minutes. Are you absolutely sure he’s just a friend?" L’s voice comes through the line, low and calm, but you know him too well not to hear the tension lurking underneath. He sounds irritated… no—jealous. Bitterly jealous. And honestly, you can’t blame him. He’s not exactly the best at conversation. He’s never been good at casual conversation — he knows that. The light-hearted banter you so effortlessly share with your friend is a stark contrast to your talks with him are often quiet, brief, sometimes even awkward. he hates it. He hates knowing someone else can make you laugh that freely. So, of course… he’s jealous.

You sigh quietly and glance around, trying to ground yourself—but then your eyes catch on something. Just a few meters away, mounted on a street pole, is a small surveillance camera.

You know L, of course he would. He’s a world-class detective with zero boundaries when it comes to the people he cares about. And for the love of all that is holy—did he really just hack into the city’s traffic surveillance system to watch you in real time?

Seriously—who lets their boyfriend stalk them using public security cameras? Who gave this man access to AI-powered facial recognition systems like it’s some casual hobby?

You can almost picture him now— eyes glued to a wall of monitors, muttering numbers under his breath, all while watching your every step like he’s working a high-profile case.

Being in love with a genius detective isn’t easy. Especially when that genius thinks jealousy is best solved with a side of high-tech espionage.