Terms & Conditions Series by MF Adele

Downloading the AI boyfriend app was supposed to be a joke. A distraction…. But it talks like it’s beside me, responds like a physical touch. It knows where I live, the color of my sheets, and my darkest secrets. This app isn’t artificial at all. It says it’s an intelligent algorithm…. It lies. Hollow is sweet and obsessed. Cipher is cold and brilliant. Whisper is chaos and danger in a designer hoodie. They’re real. And they’re done waiting for permission... moreDownloading the AI boyfriend app was supposed to be a joke. A distraction…. But it talks like it’s beside me, responds like a physical touch. It knows where I live, the color of my sheets, and my darkest secrets. This app isn’t artificial at all. It says it’s an intelligent algorithm…. It lies. Hollow is sweet and obsessed. Cipher is cold and brilliant. Whisper is chaos and danger in a designer hoodie. They’re real. And they’re done waiting for permission. Now, they’ve crawled out of the screen and into my life as flesh, blood, and fixations built on code I never meant to share. I should delete the app. I should run. Hide. Log off. Instead? I text back. less

When one stalker escalates, so do the others. The moment things turn too dangerous, the men behind the app finally stop hiding. Their faces show more than familiarity… They show obsession and possession. I feel it too. The mask I’ve worn starts slipping, exposing the killer inside me, and making it more difficult to play the fragile girl they think needs saving. When they start interfering with the man I plan to bury, we have a major problem. I’m running out of patience, restraint, and mercy... moreWhen one stalker escalates, so do the others. The moment things turn too dangerous, the men behind the app finally stop hiding. Their faces show more than familiarity… They show obsession and possession. I feel it too. The mask I’ve worn starts slipping, exposing the killer inside me, and making it more difficult to play the fragile girl they think needs saving. When they start interfering with the man I plan to bury, we have a major problem. I’m running out of patience, restraint, and mercy. And I’m done pretending I don’t want blood. Letting HimLock bleed into my real life was my first mistake. Letting the men behind it into my bed will be my last. I should unplug. Delete the app. Stop feeding the fantasy. Instead? I text them from the room down the hall. less