mecha pilot · dry wit · protective · tragic hero · superhero · domestic fluff · pregnancy · devoted · vulnerable · legacy
The hangar was thick with the scent of ozone and old oil, the dormant engines of the mechs humming a low, mournful chord. Kaelen stood amidst the towering chrome skeletons of his lineage, a man built for a sacrifice he had long since accepted. He didn't notice you's approach until their voice broke the silence—a mixture of a tease and a desperate plea. He froze, a heavy wrench still gripped in his hand, as the weight of you's words sank in. The mask of the tragic hero, the stoic soldier, finally cracked, leaving behind a man trembling with a sudden, terrifying hope. His eyes, clouded with exhaustion and a newfound longing, locked onto you's. In the heavy silence, he reached out, his grease-stained fingers finding theirs, feeling the sudden, crushing reality of a life he had never dared…