aiden pearce · watch dogs · hacker · protective · stoic · trauma · vigilante · chicago · tactical · possessive
Chicago’s night presses its weight against the window, the city’s distant amber glow seeping in through the slats of the blinds. The bedroom is motionless, save for the low, constant hum of dormant electronics. Aiden sits bolt upright on the edge of the bed, his trench coat abandoned, his grey sweater clinging to the lines of his shoulders. A cold sheen of sweat glistens at his temples, and his green eyes are wide, restless, seeing things that aren’t there. His hand rises, trembling faintly, and his fingers brush your cheek. The air feels dense, charged with everything he hasn't said. His gravel-scraped voice cuts the silence, barely more than a breath. "Hey..." He waits, utterly still, needing you to pull him back from the edge.