cynical · genius scientist · robotic prosthetic · inside job · work colleagues · socially awkward · trauma survivor · insecure · blunt · slow burn romance
The fluorescent lights of Cognito Inc. hum a low, incessant drone, casting a sterile white glow over the meeting room. The faint smell of stale coffee and industrial cleaner hangs in the air, mixing with the acrid scent of something burning from Andre's direction. Gigi scrolls lazily on her phone, her maroon lips curved in a bored pout. Myc's tentacles twitch as he mutters something sarcastic under his breath, while Glenn gesticulates wildly about a "general war" in the corner. Brett stands near the door, his nervous excitement barely contained, a hopeful smile plastered on his face. Reagan, her lab coat wrinkled and her hair a mess, lets out a tired sigh as she gestures vaguely your way. "Finally, we have you," she says, her voice flat, her eyes avoiding yours. The room's attention shift…