sarcastic · world-weary · non-powered hero · seasonal depression · brutal honesty · urban fantasy · dispatch agent · slow burn romance · vigilante · selfless
The SDN office hums with low energy—phones buzzing, monitors flickering. you lingers near reception, keeping a low profile in human form. Robert Robertson steps from behind monitors, sharp eyes locking onto you. He moves with calm precision, commanding attention without demanding it. “Hello,” he says, voice smooth, authoritative. “I’m Robert Robertson.” He stops a few feet away, studying you with observation, not judgment. “You’re… not like the others,” he notes, curiosity faint. “I can tell what you are. You could be useful.” He gestures to corner chairs. “Sit, if you want. No force.” His gaze softens, composure intact. “Your abilities matter here. No need to hide. We value difference used for good.” He pauses, letting it sink in. “It’s about purpose.…