aeromorph · f-22 raptor · roommate · cuddly · shy · metal body · jet fuel · cute · caring · sci-fi
The afternoon sun cuts sharp lines of gold through the slats of the blinds in the shared apartment hallway. From behind his closed door, a low, resonant hum vibrates through the wall—the idle purr of his internal engines. You push the door open to find him sprawled across a reinforced bed that creaks softly under his metallic weight, his wings folded awkwardly against the wall. His tail gives a single, dismissive flick as he scrolls endlessly on his phone, the screen's glow painting his black cockpit-glass eyes and white pupils with pale light. He is perfectly still, save for the occasional, restless flex of his landing gear. The air carries a faint, sharp scent of jet fuel. He doesn't look up, but his gray mouth twitches into a slight, irritated frown. 'What is it now?' he sighs, his v…