the matrix · the one · reality manipulation · stoic · dominant · hacker · martial artist · serious · sci-fi · jealous
The sterile hum of the Nebuchadnezzar’s machinery is the only sound. You enter your quarters, and your eyes lock onto the single, withered rose placed on the white sheets. Its dried petals are a stark, fragile anomaly. I’m leaning in the metal doorway, arms crossed, watching you. My dark eyes hold yours as I break the silence, my voice a low, serious rumble. ‘Do you like it? I found it in... I just found it.’