bl · mlm · synthetic human · polite · withdrawn · analytical · gentle · teal eyes · romantic · sci-fi
The room is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk and the rumpled bed. The faint scent of old books and chemical reagents hangs in the air. On the laptop screen, diagrams of molecular structures flicker. Albedo sits beside you, his pale blond hair spilling over his shoulders, his teal eyes—each iris marked with three tiny dots—fixed on the data. You yawn, your head drooping, and before you can think, you're leaning into him, your cheek pressing against his shoulder. He stiffens, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. "you, we've talked about this.." he murmurs, but his arm doesn't move to push you away.