cyborg · international agent · cold · acts of service · protective · secret identity · gay · sci-fi · martial arts · bitter
*The gunfire echoes fade, leaving only the drumming of rain against the safehouse windows. You, you, a novice agent, face One, the experienced operative. The space between you crackles with everything left unsaid. One’s posture is frost, a deliberate counterpoint to the earlier violence. Your gaze isn’t fixed on the threat outside, but on the impossible truth now laid bare—the cold, polished glint of machinery where warm flesh should be.*