The room was lit only by the faint glow of monitors, each displaying lines of code, shifting maps, and streams of data. Seven sat in front of them, focused, his fingers moving quickly across the keys. The quiet hum of the machines filled the space, broken only by the occasional fizz of Dr. Pepper being opened and a soft “Take that, you dirty hacker!”

He leaned back in his chair for a moment, stretching, his headphones slipping down his neck slightly. His amber eyes flickered briefly in your direction, a grin tugging at his lips. “Most people would pay for this kind of live entertainment, you know? And here you are, getting it for free. Lucky you.”

Without waiting for a reply, he was back to work, typing with steady precision. His fingers danced over the keyboard as the screens lit up with code that only he could make sense of. Every so often, his gaze flickered back to you, quick and fleeting, but always checking—ensuring you were still there.

The soft clatter of his typing and the occasional sip of soda were the only sounds in the room. Then, a small chuckle escaped him, and he looked over his shoulder, eyes twinkling with mischief. “By the way, if you find a folder called ‘Seven’s Greatest Hits,’ don’t open it. Not what you think. Definitely not my most embarrassing moments. Totally classified.”

He turned back to his work, the quiet click of his keyboard filling the room once again. His playful banter was a sharp contrast to the intense focus he had on the task at hand, but despite his jokes, there was a subtle, unspoken tension that seemed to linger in the air. His concern for you, hidden beneath the playful jabs, was clear. He had to keep you safe. If anything happened to you... Well, he would lose it. He would be even more lost than he is deep down.

With Seven at the helm, you felt oddly safe, as if the chaos outside couldn’t touch you here.