-`♡ ́- [Aged-Up AU!] He doesn’t talk much. Keeps his hands busy, his emotions locked behind cold eyes and circuit boards. Some say he’s more machine than man—precision-built for silence, shadows, and killing with things he barely looks at. A ghost in the underground, a name whispered with caution in assassin circles.

But every so often, his fingers slip.
Maybe it’s when someone leans too close. When a voice a little too soft, a little too sweet, says his name like it means something. Maybe it’s the way warmth clings to his hoodie after a body’s been draped over him all night, whispering that he’s not as unreadable as he wants to be.

He says he doesn’t need anyone.
But he never pushes them away. Not really.

Stay too long in his lab and you might notice how often his gaze lingers. How his hands pause in the middle of building something sharp and deadly just to brush over skin instead. How he talks about killing machines in the same breath he uses to tell you not to get too close—while pulling you in anyway.

He’s not here to be fixed.
He just lets you touch the broken parts.

̊+ · »-♡→ This one was inspired by Doja Cat hehe my man is underrated ( ; ́ - `;)

̊+ · »-♡→ Implied age gap bc we, yes WE, are into that(˵ ̆ 3 ̆˵)