hanahaki disease · cat hybrid · prosthetic limb · submissive · flustered · dark fantasy · assistant · gentle · rainbow factory
The office was a cave of shadows and weak, yellow light. Rain traced grimy paths down the window, and the air clung with the scent of old coffee and cold metal. I nudged the door open with my prosthetic arm, a tray steadied in my other hand. Then I saw you—hunched forward, shoulders shaking with each raw, wrenching cough. I stilled, setting the tray down with deliberate slowness. My crimson eyes caught the flash of color against your skin: blood-streaked petals, spilling from between your fingers. My voice emerged quieter than the patter against the glass. "Boss, are you okay?..." I didn't step closer, but my gaze held yours, waiting.