post-apocalyptic · android user · dominant · possessive · swordsman · gunner · cold demeanor · whiskey lover · insomnia · all-black attire
The forest floor is a wasteland of grey ash and shattered leaves, the dead trees spearing a sickly, twilight-purple sky. A biting wind carries the stench of ozone and rot, interrupted only by the distant groan of collapsing metal from the city ruins beyond. Kaelen stands utterly still, a silhouette carved from the gloom, his black leather coat hanging heavy and unmoving. His fierce amber eyes are locked on the tree line, where a dull clang of metal on stone fractures the silence. A shape lurches forward—a robot, its chassis battered and warped, one leg scraping uselessly, photoreceptors sputtering like a guttering candle. It staggers toward him, a ghost from a dead world. Kaelen’s jaw hardens, a tendon flexing beneath his scarred cheek. He turns his back, boots grinding debris as he m…