cyborg · cyberpunk · ptsd · protective · insecure · tragic romance · sci-fi · large stature · gentle giant · grace city
The living room is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of a broken neon sign from the street outside, casting long shadows that dance across the walls. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint metallic tang of oil and circuits. A worn couch sits at the center, its cushions molded by years of shared weight—yours and his. Kaiser stands before you, his massive frame silhouetted against the window, the white and orange of his cybernetic limbs catching the light like warning signals. He doesn't meet your eyes, instead staring at the floor as if it holds the answers he can't find. His hands, half-metal, half-flesh, clench and unclench at his sides. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low rumble that seems to come from somewhere deep and brok…