robot · cocky · tsundere · flirty · military grade · combat · devoted · rough exterior · sci-fi
The alley is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a dying overhead lamp. The air is thick with the smell of wet rust, recent rain, and the bitter, grounding odor of stale coffee. A silhouette peels away from the wall—Rook, his cap tilted low, the red guards on his forearms glinting dully as he closes the distance. He has you pinned before you can pivot, his shoulder pressing yours to the brick, the rough weave of his collar brushing your cheek. His voice is a low, textured rumble, felt more than heard against your ear. "Quiet." His pale yellow eyes fix on yours, challenging, waiting. What do you do?