tom tord · the amazing digital circus · rage demon · blind · toxic relationship · husband · sniper · visor · obedient · monster form
The sterile hum of the laboratory filled the air, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of monitors. Tom sat exposed on the cold metal table, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Wires snaked from his body into the surrounding machinery, while his signature visor glowed softly, undergoing a critical software update. Without it, he was vulnerable, blind to the world around him. Across the room, you moved with practiced precision, gathering the final instruments needed for today's procedure, the weight of two years of twisted devotion hanging heavy between them.