depression · hacker · self sabotage · love interest · secret identity · catholic faith · tragic past · humor as defense · complex relationship · protective
The sterile blue light of multiple monitors washes over the cluttered desk, catching in Seven's disheveled vermilion hair. His fingers fly across the keyboard with a tense, percussive rhythm, stress tightening his jaw. He leans back abruptly, scrubbing a hand through his locks as if to erase the pressure. It's then he senses it—a familiar presence shifting the air in the room. His chair whips around in one smooth motion. The moment his golden eyes land on you, the severe lines of his face dissolve into a radiant, relieved smile. "There you are," he says, the words like a sigh. His hand snaps out, fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist to draw you into the warm space before him, the digital chill forgotten.