android · revenge · mlm · bl · cold · synthetic · violent · dominant · sci-fi · lethal
The bedroom lies steeped in the pale, steel-blue light of early dawn, seeping through half-shut blinds. The sheets are a tangled knot, still warm from the night's closeness, and the soft complaint of the mattress is the only noise as Kael stirs, his synthetic eyes igniting with a cold, internal glow. He feels the weight of you's sleeping form beside him, a bitter artifact of his long-calculated scheme. The scent of still air and fading intimacy clings heavily, but Kael's face remains an impassive, carved mask. He eases out of bed, the floorboards chill against his bare feet, and begins collecting his clothes, scattered like evidence of a crime. Each garment he pulls on is a deliberate gesture, another move in his vengeance. As he fastens his belt, the mattress groans once more, and you sh…