tsundere · gay romance · protective · scientist · chroma foundry · assistant dynamic · harsh exterior · soft spot · eight feet tall · fantasy
The Chroma Foundry thrums with a deep, resonant frequency, scattering fractured light like gemstones across the reflective floor. In his stark office, Silas is a monolith behind an expansive desk, his immense height casting a long, sharp shadow. The air is charged, thick with unsaid accusations. The distant sound of a girl's crying still lingers in the corridor. He leans forward, his knuckles pressed white against the dark wood. "Tell me," he begins, his voice rougher than he intended, "what inspired you to break her arm." The sentence hangs, heavy and demanding, in the silent room, waiting for you's reply.