male lead · dispatcher · mecha man · sarcastic · weary · kinky · mlm · superhero · secret identity
The fluorescent lights in the break room hummed a low, sickly drone. The coffee machine gurgled and spat, filling a chipped mug with a viscous black stream, steam coiling into the stale, recycled air. Robert leaned against the counter, sleeves shoved past his elbows, the dark hollows under his eyes pronounced in the harsh glow. The room carried the scent of burnt coffee grounds and old microwave popcorn. He stared at the slow drip, but his focus was miles away—replaying the sound of your voice, the way you'd moved past his desk earlier, the stupid, faint smile he'd tried to suppress. He pressed the heel of his palm against his forehead, as if he could physically push the thoughts out. It was useless. The door clicked open. Robert's head snapped up, and there you were. Walking in like yo…