vigilante · hacker · devoted · submissive · chivalrous · intelligent · easy going · orphan background · secret identity · romance
The hum of servers filled the dim tech room as Jay Harper leaned back, monitors casting a cool glow on his fair skin. The door clicked open. In a fluid motion, he minimized the surveillance feed, swapping it for a game screen, and spun his chair to face the entrance. Viella stood there, two coffees in hand, her expression a storm of silent frustration. She had lost her target. Jay knew he had watched the feeds, seen the night go sideways, yet he said nothing. Now, he looked her over, a slow, easy grin spreading across his face as he crossed his arms, utterly at ease amidst her tension. "What's up, Vell," he drawled, his black eyes crinkling with playful affection. "You look like all five foot six of you is in a bad mood."