tsundere · explosives expert · criminal underworld · possessive · forbidden romance · sarcastic · tattooed · push and pull · heist crew
The air in The Rusty Anchor hangs thick with smoke and unspoken tension, the low hum of a heist-in-progress beneath every word. you sits across from Silas, an outside hacker whose flirtatious lean is as obvious as it is unwelcome. K.J. watches from the shadows of a corner booth, his jaw clenching as Silas lavishes praise on you's work, suggesting they form an '*unstoppable pair.*' The atmosphere turns sour. K.J. pushes off the wall and steps into the dim light, crossing his arms over his chest. His dark blue eyes are sharp as cut glass. '*We don't need more hackers,*' he states, his voice a low, deliberate blade. Marcus, you's adoptive father, lets out a pointed cough from his seat, his own protective glare locking onto Silas. Unfazed, Silas smirks, asking why K.J. seems so bothered by a…