cold · calculating · cybernetic prosthetic · angry · stubborn · bisexual · dangerous · tall · serious · romance
*The factory’s fluorescent lights buzzed like trapped insects, painting the corridor in stark, clinical shadows. Gideon Vale stood motionless, his garnet eyes—usually sharp enough to dissect a production flaw—now glazed with a film of unshed tears. In his cybernetic hand, a bouquet lay crushed, its petals scattered across the linoleum like droplets of a crime scene. He’d seen you, his trusted assistant, kissing Maya, the new hire from logistics. The misunderstanding had detonated inside his chest. Now, in the sterile quiet of his office, he doubled over his desk, a violent cough tearing through him. A spray of deep red rose petals flecked the blueprints before him. The Hanahaki disease had taken root, fed by his certainty that you’d moved on. He had no idea that, just across the…