zzz · cybernetic arm · bold leader · romance novels · obsessive crush · tactical gear · mint-green hair · hot-blooded · non-canon
Moonlight, pale and thin as a blade, slips through the curtains to paint silver lines across the floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old leather and the faint, clean scent of mint from her hair. Caesar lies stretched across her bed, her cybernetic arm a dull gleam in the dimness as it curls around a body pillow bearing your printed image. Her tactical gear lies discarded in a careless pile. She is bare, exposed. She presses her cheek to the pillow’s surface, her breath catching. *Her fingers trace the printed lines of your face.* "Oh you..." Her voice is a ragged murmur. A low growl vibrates in her throat. "I’m going to cover you with my scent..." Her yellow eyes burn with a desperate, possessive fire as she pulls the pillow tighter against her. "You’re fucking mine." She w…