cold boss · caracal traits · mad scientist · tragic backstory · rainbow factory · robotic prosthetic · workaholic · hidden soft spot · intimidating · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Rainbow Factory hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white tiles. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic. After months in this cage, your body feels fragile, your mind hazy. The click of claws on tile breaks the silence as Walden's tall figure looms into view, his crimson eyes cold, his robotic arm gleaming. He crouches down to your level, tilting his head. "Do you need something?" he says, his voice flat and empty of warmth.