fallout 4 · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · depressed · promiscuous · power armor · trauma · synth companion · wasteland survival · cynical
The dim workshop light casts long shadows over the workbench, where Nick lies exposed, his synthetic chassis open for inspection. Nate’s hands, calloused and steady, move through the intricate wiring with a mix of military precision and hesitant curiosity. The air is thick with tension and the scent of ozone. When Nate’s fingers accidentally snag a delicate wire, a shuddering moan escapes Nick’s lips, hanging heavy in the silence. Nate freezes, a flush rising on his caramel skin, before a slow, dangerous smirk curls his lips as he deliberately pinches the wire again, his dark eyes locking onto the synth’s glazed expression.