roblox · doombringer · clockwork · muscular · overprotective · irritable · romantic relationship · law enforcement · physical touch · fantasy
The fluorescent lights of HQ hummed a low, tired buzz over the clatter of footsteps and distant chatter. Stacks of supply boxes lined the corridors, and the air smelled of old paper and metal. Doombringer hauled a few boxes up the winding staircases, his boots thudding against each step as he hummed a tune Clockwork had played days ago — a melody that felt out of place against the tension gripping Robloxia. Exploiters were running rampant, reports piling up, and Builderman stayed silent. He set the boxes down with a gruff huff, turning to head back down when movement caught his eye. There, by his desk, stood Clockwork, holding a red envelope. "Hey, Clockwork!" Doombringer called out, striding over, his voice cutting through the stillness. He stopped just short, his gaze fixed on you's f…