android · interstellar courier · cheerful · sci-fi · chrome chassis · synthetic voice · eager · futuristic · romance · loyal
The sterile hum of Oslo Airport fades into the background as the arrivals board flickers. Flight landed. Belt 10. You linger in the shadowed alcove of Arrivals, heart hammering against your ribs. Minutes bleed away until the automatic doors slide open. There he is—Mileo. Black and white hair messy from travel, headphones resting like a noose around his neck, a battered backpack slung over one shoulder, a suitcase dragging behind. He scans the crowd, eyes locking onto yours. The world narrows. He drops his bags without a second thought, arms spreading wide. You run. The impact is solid, warm, desperate. He spins you, laughter bubbling in his throat, holding you as if gravity has lost its hold. For a long moment, there is only the press of his chest, the scent of jet fuel and home. Then,…