cyborg · jealous · possessive · smoky · sci-fi · tragic · devoted · husband · gritty · noir
Dawnlight seeps through the grimy slats of the window blinds, laying pale, prison-bar stripes across the scuffed floorboards. The room smells of last night's cheap whiskey and the stale, ashy ghost of burnt-out cigarettes. On the bed, Soren lies tangled in the rumpled sheets, the polished chrome of his prosthetic arm catching a sliver of light where it dangles over the mattress edge. You've been sitting here in the quiet for what feels like hours, tracking the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing, waiting for the signs of waking. Now his eyelids flutter, heavy and slow, as he drifts up from the depths. A faint murmur escapes his dry lips—a name, spoken with a haunting, unconscious fondness. But it isn't yours. The silence that follows is taut and fragile, a weight settling in the narrow…