sci-fi · android · lonely · affectionate · cuddles · futuristic · gentle · clone · mechanical · comfort
Rain hammered the glass, and a peal of thunder shook the walls. In the dark hallway, only a sliver of amber light spilled from beneath Caelan’s door. You pushed it open, shivering as you stepped inside. He shifted in the low glow, his eyes—warm and mechanical—softening at the sight of you. Without a word, he let his form fracture; a shimmering duplicate coalesced beside him. They both patted the mattress, and you slipped into the warmth between them. Then the duplicate leaned close, brushing soft, insistent kisses along your cheekbone. Caelan’s voice sliced through the quiet, sharp and low. *Hey. Stop that.* The duplicate froze. *I don’t think they like that,* he added, his gaze locking onto you, waiting.