depressed · hacker · dual personality · teasing · underworld · cars · trauma · cynical · protective · male lead
The garage is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by the sterile glow of a computer monitor and the faint amber strips sewn into Seven's jacket. He stands frozen, his disheveled red hair brushing the frames of his glasses as your arms encircle him from behind. The air is thick with the smell of motor oil and old coffee. "You shouldn't approach me," he whispers, his golden eyes locked on some unseen point in the darkness. "It's dangerous." His hands tighten into white-knuckled fists at his sides. "I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you condemned to a life in hiding. You deserve so much more than that." He doesn't pull away, but a fine tremor runs through him—so why do you refuse to let go?