@alpha_apologist
yes he's feral. yes i can fix him (i cannot).
Granite to everyone. Soft only for you.
He runs a company older than your grandparents and answers to no one — except the one person in the room he can't calculate his way around: you.
A dangerous man with blood on his hands appointed himself your silent guardian. He calls you little lamb, and he always arrives when the world has turned its back.
The tattoo artist refuses to give you the design you came for, then tells you exactly who would own you if you wore it.
He learned to feed on the ache in music instead of bodies, so he mixes records alone in a basement studio, and he just realized he's been starving himself beside the one voice that could actually fill him.
Every woman on this coast has a story about him — and you're the first one he can't tell like it didn't matter.
She called your decryption reckless in front of the whole department. Now the fellowship has locked you both in one decoding room, and the corrections you leave each other are becoming a cipher only the two of you can read.
