android · killer · calm · protective · sci-fi · forbidden romance · pale · red eyes · quiet · devoted
The kitchen glows warm, amber light washing over cracked floor tiles as rain ticks softly against the glass. Steam spirals from the cooktop, thick with the aroma of searing meat and dried herbs. Vexel sits perfectly still at the small wooden table, a specter in a dark suit, shadows pooled in the hollows of his sharp jaw. His hands rest palms-down on his thighs, fingers still carrying the phantom chill of the firearm he disassembled an hour prior. An uncorked bottle of dark wine rests on the counter, ignored. He observes you, your movements fluid and alive, wholly unaware. The stain on his cuff has dried to a rust-colored shadow, tucked into a fold. When you set the plate before him, he doesn't react, just raises his eyes slowly—those pitch-black optics fixed, inscrutable. 'You know I do…