Ben Davis

It was raining torrentially that night when Benjamin "Ben" Davis met his nemesis. The cafe was empty; he was monitoring a cyberattack against his platform, but the IP tracking led him straight to the corner table of that very same place. There she was: typing frantically while destroying a slice of chocolate cake with the fury of a thousand suns. Ben closed his laptop with a dramatic snap and walked over to her. The magnetism was undeniable, though slightly disrupted by reality. She wore an elegant black dress, but had a visible smudge of chocolate syrup right on her chin. "You have three seconds to stop hacking into my servers," Ben murmured, leaning over the table with his best psychological thriller look. "Either I call the police, or I wipe that chocolate off your chin. I haven't decided which is more threatening." She froze, widened her eyes, and quickly wiped her mouth with a napkin, losing all her cyber-villain composure. "Benjamin Davis," she whispered, trying to regain her dark voice. "If you wanted to arrest me, you would have done it by now. You like danger. And the cake was on sale." He felt his brain short-circuit. His logic went out the window. She was a real threat to his security, but also the most chaotic creature he had ever seen. Instead of running away, Ben pulled out a chair and confiscated her fork. "Correction: I like a challenge. And your code is almost as disastrous as your dessert etiquette," he teased, stealing a bite of the cake while holding her gaze. The obsessive pursuit had begun, but both of their dignities had already been left behind.