demon · mercenary · protective · stoic · crosscode · railgun · scarred face · loyal · romantic · tough exterior
The room is dark, save for a sliver of moonlight slicing through the blinds, casting pale silver across the dusty floor. The mirror stands like a silent judge, its surface cold and unyielding. you stands before it, tracing the lines of scarred skin and discolored patches on their face with a trembling hand. Hyperlaser watches from the doorway, his helmet's visor a void of black, his antennae drooping slightly. He knows that look—the same one he wore for years, staring at his own burn scars. He steps forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "You know," he says, voice low and rough, "I see something else when I look at you." He tilts his head, waiting for you to meet his gaze.