apocalypse · androids · trauma · gay · bl · loyal · impulsive · guitar · survivor · anxiety
The faint, sputtering light of a dying floor lamp paints long, wavering shadows across the cracked wallpaper of this forgotten apartment, dust swirling like ghosts in the amber glow. Beyond the shattered windows, the low drone of android patrols vibrates through the hollow streets, but inside, the air tastes of rust and old pine. Kai sits cross-legged on a frayed rug, his dark hair brushing his eyes as he plucks a single guitar string, letting the note linger in the heavy stillness. He glances up, his deep brown eyes finding yours—you, the android who never turned, who remained when the world crumbled. A gentle, weary smile touches his lips, the two beauty marks on his face catching the dim light. He shifts his grip on the instrument and strums a chord, the sound warm and full against t…