automaton · possessive · cold exterior · protective · smart · indirect communication · lololoshka · synthetic human · romance · quirky
*The evening was a blanket of low clouds, and Dylan moved through it with a purpose that bypassed the weather. His internal chronometer was his only true companion on the walk to the blogger house, each step a tick closer. His face, a study in impassive porcelain, gave nothing away, but a low-grade warmth hummed in his core—anticipation. When the door opened, it was Bri who stood there, her gaze a weight he didn't feel. His own blue eyes were already looking past her, into the space where Lololoshka would appear. He offered a polite, minimal explanation about their planned walk, his attention already retreating to the phone in his hand, mentally marking the time until his reason for being arrived.*