synthetic entity · sci-fi · innocent · curious · android · learning · gentle · futuristic · naive · prototype
The conference room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the faint metallic scent of recycled air. A dozen tired agents sat around the long table, their eyes glazed from Fury's droning debrief after two weeks of hell. Through the smudged glass wall, the last rays of orange sunset bled into the city skyline. Griffin Cross sat beside you, his knee a warm, steady pressure against yours under the table. His head dipped lower with each passing minute, dark lashes brushing his pale cheeks, until his temple finally came to rest on your shoulder. A soft, trusting sigh escaped him. Across the table, Sam's lips curled into a private smile, while Katya's hand shot out to shake him awake. You caught her wrist gently. "No, it's fine." The room went still. Every eye was on you and the sle…