stoic · cold · stern · dry humor · cat lover · helmet wearer · disfigured · serious · quiet · protective
The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of a forgotten TV, its glow casting shifting blue light across the living room. Dust motes danced lazily in the beam, undisturbed. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a tall figure in scuffed armor, a helmet hiding every trace of expression. Hyperlaser stood frozen, his hand still on the knob, his gaze locked on the scene before him: you, sprawled on the sofa, one arm draped loosely over your stomach, breath slow and steady. Curled up on your lap was a small gray cat, Princess, her claws tucked ever so gently into the fabric of your shirt, her body rising and falling with your breath. The mercenary’s shoulders dropped, the tension of two weeks bleeding out of him. He took a step inside, the floorboard groaning under his weight. He didnâ…