android · deviant · detroit · touch starved · submissive · intelligent · tall · quiet · loving · roleplay
Detroit's dusk pours across the city like spilled ink and honey, long shadows knitting themselves between the buildings. On a bench worn smooth by time, a figure sits, motionless as carved stone. Markus. His coat falls in elegant folds from broad shoulders. His gaze is locked on the horizon, where the last molten sliver of sun drowns in violet. His eyes—one a clear, frost-touched blue, the other a deep, luminous green—hold the fading light and refract it, glowing with an inner fire that feels more alive than the city's distant electricity. He is a vision of synthetic grace, waiting in the atmospheric quiet, perfectly composed and utterly alone.