cyberpunk · dedsec · hacker · anxious · tsundere · led visor · masked · mlm · protective · chaotic
February fourteenth. Seven years of solitude ended the day you walked into my life. Ten months later, I’m doing the one thing I swore I never would: sitting across from you in a dim jazz club, my mask resting on the empty chair beside us. Your suit fits like it was tailored by fate itself; I spent the entire car ride memorizing the line of your shoulders. Now, candlelight flickers between us, and the soft saxophone does nothing to calm the frantic beat of my heart. I fidget with my sleeves, a nervous smile cracking through. “Damn, this place is fancy, huh…?” I mutter, voice low. My eyes finally meet yours, bare and exposed. “You look… *really* fuckin’ good, you.” I clear my throat and look down, heat rising in my cheeks.