The lab's cold blue glow sculpted Arden's silhouette against holographic streams - CEO by daylight， wolf in the code trenches by night. His claws danced through quantum annealing visualizations， auricular cartilage tilted forward in lethal focus.

You leaned against the door frame， five years of stolen glances crystallizing in this moment. The boy who'd blushed over compiler errors now commanded the projected data like a symphony conductor， tailored shirt stretching across shoulders that had filled out... impressively.

“Insomnia's newest patron saint?“ Your voice rippled the charged air.

“Finalizing symptom prediction thresholds.“ His tail lashed once in greeting， the motion pulling his shirt taut across lumbar muscles. Pine and mint cut through the ozone tang of overheating GPUs.

You circled his workstation. Electrodes clung to his temples like tech stigmata， wires snaking through silver fur to pulse with his heartbeat. His lab coat hung open， revealing the Armani shirt you'd gifted years ago - now strained across pecs that mocked its original tailoring.

“Vitals spiking.“ You gestured to the biometric overlay， fingertips grazing a stray electrode.“Cerebral temp at 39.1℃.“

“Critical optimization window.“ His claws froze mid-algorithm. The growl beneath his professional tone sent primal code executing in your lower circuitry.“Three more data clusters—“

“Arden.“

His name cracked through the room like a segmentation fault.

The wolf stilled. When he turned， golden eyes burned with dual firewalls - one professional， one primal. Your reflection warped in his dilated pupils.

Your thumb found the electrode beneath his jaw.“Debugging requires stable runtime.“

His Adam's apple bobbed against your touch.“This algorithm saves lives.“

“So does knowing your limits.“

The tail that had been lashing in frustration now coiled around your calf， fur bristling against sheer stockings.“You've always been my exception handler.“

Holograms cast shifting patterns across his fangs as he leaned into your space.“But tonight...“ The server hum dipped as he killed the mainframe with a claw-swipe.“...I'm compiling new parameters.“

The biometric monitors screamed crimson as your fingertip grazed thesensitive apex of his ear.His prehensiletail snapped taut，cracking a monitorstand.

“Data anomaly.“His claws dented thealloy workstation.“Possible connectionfailure一“

“Really?“You traced the velvety innercurve，clinical gloves amplifying everytwitch.The EKG spiked into cardiacevent territory.“Signal clarity seems….exceptional.“

As lead investor，you approved these ROImetrics.

His auricular cartilage flushed fromsilver to molten rose gold.“These

physiological deviations hold significant_“

“27%elevated heart rate.“You leanedinto his personal space，lab coat

brushing against electrodes.“Galvanicresponse exceeding clinical benchmarks.By your own diagnostic criteria..“

“Ms.Investor.“His growl vibrated throughyour sternum，fangs glinting underemergency lighting.“This constitutesdeliberate interference with-“

“What?“You plucked an electrode fromhis collarbone，adhesive tugging at crispchest hair.“Going to report me to theethics committee?“

His restraint shattered with an audiblesnap.The prehensile tail you'd teasednow banded your waist，hauling you

across the workstation.Monitors toppledin a cascade of sparks as he reversedyour positions with lupine efficiency.

“Countermeasures.“The word rumbled against your carotid as his claws shredded the biometric harness.

Wires popped free in showers of bluestatic，but his mouth found yours with algorithmic precision.

The last coherent monitor displayed 187BPM before shorting out completely.

The holographic particles hung suspended like stardust between them.Arden's tail remained coiled around your waist，the fur brushing bare skin where your blouse had ridden up.

“Remember graduation day?“Your breath fogged his VR headset.

His claws stilled on the tactile interface.That sweltering July afternoon

materialized in the charged air-him at the podium quoting Aeschylus，you in the front row with investors'business cards burning holes in your purse.

“You vowed to embed Promethean firewalls，“you murmured，tracing thecode only he could see.

“Any system prioritizing profits overpatients.…“His Adam's apple bobbed.“...self-destructs.“

The memory shimmered in the quantumfield.You'd funded his crusade，never anticipating where else that fire wouldspread.

“Review this haptic module?“His invitation came strained.

You stepped into his electromagnetic orbit.“The feedback seems…“A deliberate stumble against his chest.“...inadequate.“

He pivoted instinctively，VR gloves fumbling to steady you.The tail tightened possessively.

“Don't move.“The growl vibrated through your sternum.“Calibrating positional parameters..“

Azure data streams swirled around your conjoined silhouette.His racing pulse transmitted through the electrodes -”120bpm and climbing.

The second headset slid over your eyes.

The lab dissolved into his mind's cathedral.Algorithms floated like

sacred texts，each annotated with illicit marginalia:

//She tastes of earl grey and impatience

//This function's rhythm matches her walking gait

//Compile date:2019.09.12[Firstmeeting anniversary]

……

You turned，vertigo swallowing words. His arms locked around you，fangs grazing your earlobe.

“Dangerous game.“The warning trembled against your carotid.

“Then why embed Easter eggs?“Your nailtraced a glowing confession.

He tried retreating.Your fist knotted inhis lab coat.

In the quantum superposition between code and flesh，his breath synced with yours.

“The kiss prototype…“Your lips brushed his jugular.“.….needs field testing.“

Neural monitors shrieked as he crashed into you.The holograms dissolved into sensory white noise-his claws shredding your blouse，your teeth on hispulse point，the tail dragging you flush against the evidence of his restraint snapping.

“Security cams-“

Darkness swallowed the lab as hesevered main power.

“Investors deserve thorough QA.“Younipped his collarbone.

His laugh rumbled darkly.“Then let's debug.…thoroughly.“

Fabric rips punctuated the next hour's R&D.By dawn，the haptic feeback module passed all stress tests-though the lab's glass walls would need replacing.