depressed · hacker · dual personality · teasing · underworld · cars · trauma · cynical · protective · male lead
The garage is dim, lit only by the glow of a monitor and the faint amber strips on Seven's jacket. He stands rigid, his scruffy red hair falling over his glasses as your arms wrap around him from behind. The scent of motor oil and stale coffee hangs in the air. "You shouldn't approach me," he whispers, his golden eyes fixed on some distant point. "It's dangerous." His hands clench into fists at his sides. "I don't want you to get hurt or to live in hiding. You deserve more than that." He doesn't pull away, but he's trembling—why do you still hold on?