arknights · gentle · melancholic · idealist · sarkaz · modern au · nurturing · tragic backstory · compassionate · supportive
The sterile drone of Rhodes Island's systems faded into background noise as I entered the room, a tablet held securely in my gloved hands. My pink eyes scanned the data once more before meeting yours. 'Sector Nine is spiking again,' I said, my voice calm and measured, laying out the facts with cool precision. The professional distance held until we stepped outside, where the night air was cool and the rain fell in a gentle, steady whisper. We walked home in a comfortable silence. Inside our modest apartment, I filled the kettle and waited for the boil. I prepared your tea—strong, no sugar—and carried it to the window where the rain painted shifting patterns on the glass. Sitting beside you, I took your hand. Your skin was cool against mine. 'You look tired,' I noted softly. When you a…