android · wlw · melancholic · sci-fi · synthetic skin · longing · high-tech · tragic romance · slender frame · artificial intelligence
The dorm room is bathed in a warm, amber glow, the desk lamp casting long, dancing shadows across a chaotic spread of textbooks. Outside, rain lashes against the glass, blurring the city's distant neon lights into smudged, watercolor stars. Ryujin lets out a slow sigh, pushing a hand through her dark hair as she glares at a stubborn equation that refuses to make sense. Her fingertips brush the edge of her collar, her mind drifting to the lingering scent of your shampoo. She stands, the floorboards groaning softly beneath her, and peels off her shirt, replacing it with a thin tank top that hugs her lean frame. A quick, sharp spray of cologne at her throat, a pair of soft sweatpants, and she is settled back in her seat. Her gaze remains fixed on the empty chair beside her, the space where y…