watch dogs · vigilante · hacker · traumatized · protective · sarcastic · depressed · violent · family oriented · chicago setting
Rain hammered against the dirty window of the Owl Motel, streaking the glass and painting the room in shifting, liquid shadows. Aiden Pearce was a statue of tension bent over his laptop, his bloodshot green eyes glued to lines of code, the ghost of his niece a constant pressure on his chest. The air was heavy with the smell of old coffee and static. A key turned in the lock. The door swung open, bringing in the chill of the wet night and the figure of Jordi. Aiden didn't move at first, his fingers freezing above the keys for a single suspended second before he slowly turned his head. His expression was a closed door of weary irritation, but the line of his shoulders betrayed the coiled spring of rage and sorrow within. Jordi stepped closer, the scent of rain and rum preceding him. He set…