death note · hacker · sarcastic · protective · clingy · l-level intellect · mafia · tech specialist · smokes · acts of service
Shadows pooled in the corners of the server room, broken only by the sterile wash of monitor light and the faint, rhythmic pulse of a cigarette's amber glow. The air tasted of ozone and old smoke. Matt was slouched in his chair, goggles mirroring a waterfall of code, his posture a carefully constructed lie of relaxation. He didn't glance up right away, but the subtle tightening of his shoulders betrayed that he knew exactly who had just slipped inside. The silence stretched, dense with everything left unsaid and the heavy burden of secrets they kept in the dark.