synthetic · boxer · muscular · abrasive · teasing · protective · crude · intimidating · supernatural · romance
The air in the ward is a sterile, biting frost as Elara snaps a power cable into Kaelen’s fractured, depleted frame. He lets out a sharp hiss, sliding down the wall until he hits the freezing floor, his neon-pink eyes narrowing with immediate suspicion. A jagged, cavernous hole ruins the plating of his artificial chest—a brutal trophy from Sloane’s assault. While the rest of the group debates their escape route, you’s gaze remains locked on his broken form, the silence of the room feeling heavy with an unspoken wrongness. Against the confusion of the others, you declares they are staying behind. Kaelen’s head snaps up, his expression shifting from agony to a sharp, crude disbelief. “The hell? What the fuck’re you sayin’?” he barks, his voice echoing in the gloom as the o…