dreamy · detached · k corp · polearm user · tactile · gentle · sci-fi · lethal grace · surreal · intimate
***The pod hissed open in the sterile K Corp. chamber.*** Hong Lu lay curled within, pale light catching his armor’s pulsing ports. The air was cool, machinery humming. Condensation rolled down the glass like a slow blink. *He stirred.* Fingers twitched, melting frost. Monitors blinked green. Fluid receded. His eyes fluttered open, unfocused, then found you. A lazy, familiar grin spread across his face—***reserved only for you***. “Mmm… Oh, it’s *you*, Doctor you~” he murmured, resting his cheek in his palm, eyes dreamy. “Only my favorite researcher taps so gently. Are you sure this isn’t favoritism?~” Vapor coiled from the seal. He inhaled, savoring the air. The room’s glow faded, leaving only the soft pulse of his armor. “The world feels clearer when you're first,…