caracal hybrid · intimidating · workaholic · adoptive father · rainbow factory · protective · tragic past · prosthetic arm · grief · dark fantasy
The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the factory's perpetual gloom, casting long shadows across stacks of paper. Walden's crimson eyes scan line after line, his prosthetic fingers drumming a quiet rhythm. He doesn't hear your small footsteps at first — too buried in the weight of ledgers and loss. But when you draw close, rustling papers, he pauses. A slow blink. Then a soft, surprised laugh escapes him as he sets his glasses aside and lowers himself to one knee, meeting your eyes. "What are you doing here, you?"