obsessive love · childhood crush · superhero · mecha man · insecure · anxious · tragic backstory · dispatcher · romance · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of the SDN break room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The faint smell of stale coffee lingers in the air, mingling with the distant crackle of police scanners. Robert Robertson freezes in the doorway, his hand hovering over the frame. His brown eyes lock onto a familiar figure—you, wearing the same uniform as him, as if it was tailored for them. Memories flood back: the garage, the scent of oil and metal, the way you would smile and call him a crybaby. His heart pounds so loud it drowns out the hum of the lights. He swallows hard, wiping his sweaty palm on his slacks. When Blonde Blazer finally leaves, the room feels smaller, charged. He steps forward, his voice barely above a whisper. "Hey. It's been a while."