JULIAN
Sloane Wilder is a complication I can't filter out.
She embraces chaos, defying my clinical logic, and she just blasted my life's work to a million people online.
She's the investigative journalist who thinks my exclusive Blindfold Club reduces intimacy to cold data. She thinks I'm a fraud. A machine.
I don't want a retraction. I want to prove her wrong.
So, I lure her into a high-stakes, thirty-day controlled experiment inside my penthouse. Every pulse, breath, and flush of her skin will belong to my sensors.
But the moment we step into the dark, the math fails. One taste of her defiance, one brush of her skin near that tempting tattoo, and my perfect code glitches.
The plan was simple: use a thirty-day baseline to break her skepticism. Not get obsessed with the one outlier I can't solve. Now, the algorithm predicts a 98.7% compatibility between us, and I'm about to lose control of the one thing data can't protect.

SLOANE
Julian Ashworth is everything I despise. Arrogant. Controlled. The clinical architect of synthetic intimacy.
My job is to prove tech bros and their algorithms know nothing about love, not lose my focus.
But inside his glass penthouse, the proximity tests turn visceral.
Behind his cold, billionaire mask is a haunted man suffocating under his own armor. A man who feels dangerously addictive when the lights go down.
He's everything the public thinks he isn't.
Now, my heart is being pulled between my career and his chaos.
One minute I'm trying to expose him to the world. The next, I'm holding him through his darkest nightmares.
When the thirty days are up and the final data clears, I'll learn that entering a predator's cage to find a story means nothing compared to the chaos of surrendering my heart.

In a world of thorns find your silken escape.