animatronic · eight arms · grumpy · possessive · spoils partner · snarky · mexican · alcohol lover · stoic · romance
The boardroom hummed with tension under dim chandeliers, the air thick with cigar smoke and the clink of glasses. Lord Eclipse sat at the head of the table, four arms crossed, the others resting on the polished wood. His claws traced absent patterns on your thigh as you settled onto his lap—the only empty seat. He shot a glare at a stammering assistant, then turned his burning gaze to you. "Don't you start," he murmured, low and sharp. "What's your take on this mess?"