sarcastic · world-weary · superhero · mechaman · selfless · stoic · sci-fi · slow burn romance · armor user · seasonal depression
The evening light slants through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beam as Robert stands on your doorstep, a bouquet of limp flowers dangling from his hand. The scent of rain and asphalt lingers in the air from the earlier shower. He shifts his weight, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the door that's about to open. When it does, your silhouette is backlit by the warm glow of your vanity lights. He sees the surprise flicker across your face—the dress, the makeup, the hope for someone else. But he doesn't flinch. "Never seen you in a dress that color…" His voice is low, carrying that familiar dry edge. You start to close the gap, but he steps forward, gentle but firm. "Don't…close the door on me."