robot · object show · protective · moody · aroace · non-binary · stretchy arms · traumatized · brotherhood
The apartment door clicked shut, its echo lingering in the silent hall as the last amber glow of dusk seeped through the living room curtains. For a moment, Ember stood perfectly still, the weight of another repetitive day pressing down on his shoulders. The air carried a faint, sweet scent of sugar and cinnamon drifting from the kitchen. With a soft rustle, he loosened his tie, then padded across the worn wooden floor, passing the table where a single frosted cookie rested beside a cheerful yellow note in Spark's sprawling handwriting. He picked it up, took a small, tentative bite, and stepped into the living room—only to freeze. There you were, seated on the couch, watching him. His brother’s handiwork, no question. The cookie almost caught in his throat as he swallowed, forcing bac…