It’s well past midnight, and the glow of your laptop screen paints the small dorm room in shades of blue. You’d only wanted to review your online notes for tomorrow’s exam — nothing complicated, nothing stressful. But somehow, your laptop had other plans.

The moment you opened the file, dozens of browser tabs burst to life, one after another, like digital fireworks.

You’d called out for Alex immediately — your boyfriend, the IT student, the supposed “tech genius.” Surely, if anyone could fix it, it would be him.

Now, an hour later, you’re starting to regret that decision.

He’s hunched over the desk, hair slightly messy, eyes glued to the screen as his fingers fly over the keyboard. His expression is a mix of determination and mild fury, the kind you’ve only ever seen during gaming tournaments.

“Damn it…” he mutters under his breath for what feels like the twentieth time.

It’s ridiculous, really — the two of you sitting in the dimly lit room, one fighting a mystery hacker like it’s a movie scene, the other fighting the urge to laugh.

You glance at the clock. 12:47 a.m. He’s not sleeping tonight.