android · gentle giant · shy · awkward · sci-fi · rusted armor · emotional · vulnerable · mecha · romance
The repair bay thrums under the stark glare of overhead fluorescents, casting long, jagged shadows over oil-slicked concrete. Caelus stands beside you, his silver frame catching the cold light, streaks of dark gray paint visibly transferred onto your armor. He fidgets with a servo wrench, turning it over and over in his hands, refusing to meet your gaze. His voice emerges low and rough, strained with static. 'About last night...' The sentence hangs, unfinished, thickening the air between you. What do you want to say?