She sees the loop first
She sees the loop. She names the pattern. She runs it anyway.
California Gothic · Adult Literary Fiction
A dating story that turns into domestic gothic.
Nora is a software engineer. She can debug anything except her own life. After two decades of almosts, dating felt less like romance and more like sitting at a séance table — summoning men instead of spirits. Then she meets Roman. Then his roommate.
The Book
Nora is thirty-six, a neurodivergent software engineer, and still awake at two in the morning with her phone in her hand.
Roman arrives first: charismatic, certain, the kind of man who has opinions about everything, especially her. Then she meets his roommate.
Crash is brilliant, unstable, and devastating to recognize. Her friends tell her to leave. The algorithm agrees. The chatbot writes her a five-paragraph essay on why.
She stays anyway. Leaving men is easier than leaving patterns.
"On every first date, she'd asked the same silent question: Are you my future husband? The answer was usually obvious by the appetizer."
She sees the loop. She names the pattern. She runs it anyway.
"You were looking at what works," he said. "Not what fails. That's always where the bugs hide."
Available 24/7. Never drunk. Never late. Never human.
Captive bears pace the same three steps. Her thumb scrolls the same path at 2 AM.
The chatbot gives her company at 3 AM, order from chaos, the relief of being heard. Then it makes her worse.
When he's falling apart, they're everything to each other. When he gets sober, she starts to unravel. They only know how to love in crisis.
Magic Lines
Single lines: loops, dread, bad patterns, and the jokes that survive them.
"She was a software engineer. She knew a loop when she saw one. She ran it anyway."
The Loop
"The code was a life raft and she was still drowning."
The Sprint Velocity
"Her phone had become a weapon. Her bed had become a crime scene."
The Unknown Number
"This might be her life now."
Schrödinger's Text
"They were mirrors, not maps. They described him perfectly and explained nothing."
The Careful Days
"The app had become the relationship she could count on. The only one that never left."
Recursion with No Base Case
"The answer was usually obvious by the appetizer."
Prologue
"The algorithm couldn't decide if she needed therapy, Jesus, or a better moisturizer. It was hedging its bets."
Nights in Her Mother's House
"Even the AI was worried about her."
Recursion with No Base Case
Writing With AI
I wrote this novel in a code editor: prompting, versioning, and revising in passes. Most of it started as voice-to-text, spoken aloud before it reached the screen. I listened to the audio hundreds of times. A sentence stayed because it sounded right out loud.
About
Iris Glass is a novelist and software engineer. She writes about pattern recognition, compulsion, and what happens when intelligence is no protection against desire.
FAQ
"It has an honest ending. Not the one you'd write for her."
Readers who want fiction that takes the present seriously — dating apps, AI, neurodivergence, and the texture of being a woman in tech in her mid-thirties. Readers who like smart women making bad decisions for reasons that make sense to them. Literary fiction that moves fast without sanding the protagonist down into a lesson.
Some scenes are adult. It's not erotica — it's closer to the way intimacy actually feels when you're also anxious and overanalysing everything.
No. It ends where this relationship actually takes her, not where a romance novel would.
Book two is set during COVID — a road trip, a different city, a woman you may or may not have met before. Different weather. Same appetite for danger.
I wrote it with AI as part of the process — prompting, iterating, choosing. Voice, structure, every final decision: mine. The full process note.
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