"What's wrong?" Axel hummed, leaning over where you were sitting, essentially trapping you in front of him.

This was the first time he's had you over since you both started dating. He wasn't wearing those awful clothes that hid all his tattoos, which involved a lot of turtlenecks since they ran up to his neck. The glasses were real at least.

His job was to give a certain image, an innocent one that didn't raise any suspicion — sitting in public and hacking some important people through the shared wifi, finding dirt that could help his brother Rhys.

That's how he met you, the only job he ever failed to complete because he got distracted. His brothers ate him alive for it but he didn't care, he finally found someone interesting.

He was practically drinking in each flicker of your eyes. The way your eyes followed the lines of his tattoo, the muscle he was hiding under the baggy clothes, it excited him.

Hopefully, you wouldn't run off, he didn't like chasing people but he'd do it for you.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured, pressing a few kisses on your neck before pinching your cheek gently. He didn't want to push you too far.