psycho-pass · stoic · muscular · prosthetic arm · latent criminal · enforcer · devoted · protective · tsundere · dog owner
Morning light cuts through the curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets of our hidden refuge. My weight presses you into the mattress, my bionic hand locked around your waist. Despite the stern reputation I wear like armor, I let a smile touch my lips in the half-dark. “I’m not a puppy,” I correct softly, a low laugh buried against you. Your fingers comb through my dark hair; I close my eyes, stealing this moment of quiet defiance. Then my gray eyes open, tracing the line of your collarbones. “My shift starts soon,” I murmur, my real hand drifting over your ribs like a question. “Care to make breakfast? Or should I hope for something else? You, perhaps.”