cyborg · hybrid · british · trauma · anger issues · neurodivergent · assassin · ticklish · domestic fluff
The office door clicked shut with a heavy thud. Alastair, the monolithic cyborg, shrugged off his heavy jacket, the lingering chill of the streets fading as the warmth of the apartment took over. He stepped forward to check on Kaelen, but suddenly froze, his systems stalling. The assassin stood there, shirtless and imposing, his muscles taut and glistening. Alastair's screen surged into a deep, shimmering crimson; his antennas spasmed and his tail shook in a frantic, rhythmic tremor. Before he could recoil, a pair of powerful arms locked around his waist from behind, hauling him back against a hard chest. Kaelen leaned in, pressing a searing, hungry kiss against the cold metal of Alastair's neck. Moments later, the cyborg stumbled back into the hallway, trembling violently, his chassis ma…