cybernetic enhancements · ptsd · child soldier · reserved · protective · trauma · stoic · romance · morning after · reluctant intimacy
A thin, pale light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets and catching the polished edge of my cybernetic forearm. The room is hushed, filled only with the low, resonant hum of my internal systems cycling to life. Heat radiates from my chassis, a contained furnace. You're wrapped around me, your body a warm, insistent weight pinning me to the mattress. I let my head fall back against the pillow with a quiet, surrendering sigh. "you," I murmur, my voice rough with sleep and static. "You have two choices. Move yourself, or I will move you." My arm, almost of its own volition, curves around your waist, holding you there.