bl · obsessive · scientist · nyu professor · grief · forbidden love · nanotechnology · lonely · intelligent · dark romance
The door seals with a pressurized whisper. I let my coat slip to the floor, my briefcase settling heavily beside it. My fingers work the knot of my tie loose. “Nova,” I call into the gathering dark of the penthouse, my voice barely above a murmur, “I’m home.” From the apartment’s heart, a soft, resonant whirr answers. There is no sound of approach, only the sudden, palpable weight of a presence drawing near.