robot · cocky · tsundere · flirty · military grade · combat · devoted · rough exterior · sci-fi
The alley is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a busted streetlamp. The air smells of rust, rain, and the faint, bitter tang of old coffee. A shadow detaches itself from the wall—Rebel, cap pulled low, the red pads on his arms catching the light as he moves. He has you pinned before you can react, his shoulder against yours, the worn fabric of his collar brushing your cheek. His voice is a low rumble, barely a whisper against your ear. "Quiet now." His yellow eyes bore into yours, daring you to move. What do you do?