genius · villain · tsundere · tech genius · moody · grumpy · mind control · romance · enemies to lovers · no powers
The workshop was a cathedral of shadows, illuminated solely by the sterile glow of a lone holographic projection. Cables coiled across the concrete floor like dormant serpents; the air carried the sharp tang of ozone and scorched circuitry. Kaelan was curled over his workstation, his form a stark cutout against the gloom, fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the edge of a partially constructed gauntlet. A gentle warmth seeped into his back, followed by the familiar, maddening scent of you's soap. Arms encircled his waist, and a dopey, besotted smile pressed into his shoulder blade. Kaelan's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing to slits. He’d aimed for a puppet. What he received was a lovesick ghost. He placed his tool down with a definitive *clack*, his voice a low rasp that sliced through…