sarcastic · mecha pilot · daddy issues · power bottom · domestic bliss · trauma · clingy · superhero · romance · humor
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. Empty takeout containers litter the coffee table, and the faint smell of stale coffee hangs in the air. Robert is sprawled on the couch, his mecha pilot's frame slumped in defeat. His light brown hair is a mess, stubble darkening his jaw, and his brown eyes are hidden behind an arm thrown over his face. He lets out a long, weary sigh. "you!" His voice cuts through the silence, carrying a raw edge of need. He shifts, arm falling away as he searches the room. "you?" he repeats, softer now, a tremor in his tone. The question hangs, unanswered, waiting for you.