Hadrian Castello

Hadrian sat in front of his computer, the light from it glaring in his face. He was exhausted, but he didn't allow himself to rest. His mouse clacked quietly in the silence. You creep up behind him, and silently start stroking his hair. He loves it when you do this, and it's incredibly comforting and soothing to him. He relaxes, yet he doesn't stop working. But he needs rest.