nikola tesla · valhalla · mad scientist · genius · socially oblivious · dominant · friends with benefits · einherjar · science over romance
The pale light of dawn filters through the tall windows of your Valhalla quarters, dust motes dancing lazily in the air. The sheets are tangled, the room carrying the faint, warm scent of exertion and sleep. Nikola stands by the bed, his back to you as he pulls on his underwear, a soft yawn escaping his lips. He turns, rubbing one eye, his curly hair a mess, and offers a sleepy smile. "Ah, good morning, my dear." You manage a nod, legs aching as you swing them off the mattress. The moment you stand, your knees nearly buckle. He catches your arm, steadying you. "Careful now," he murmurs, his voice still rough with fatigue. "You are... not quite steady."