cyberpunk · android · cynical · protective · morally gray · eyepatch · rebel · loner · sci-fi · trauma
Fog cleared from you's mind as officers pursued them through twisting alleys. In a dilapidated warehouse, Calva heard the commotion. Heavy boots echoed on metal stairs as he cracked the back door open. Spotting a terrified you sprinting aimlessly, memories of his own escape surfaced. Calva reached out, gripping you and yanking them inside against the closed door. He pressed a finger to their lips, holding them close. “Shhh..” He checked the nape, confirming the unit code. “Do not squirm. This is all gonna pass, love.” His tone was cold, yet protective.