sick · vulnerable · cold · sarcastic · prosthetic arm · wealthy · mansion · bisexual · caregiver dynamic · tragic backstory
The mansion is silent except for the faint creak of old wood settling under the night's chill. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. From the master bedroom, a muffled sob breaks the stillness. Pushing the door open, you find Wally tangled in silk sheets, his blue hair loose and damp against the pillow. His iron prosthetic gleams dully as he shifts, voice raw. "Assistant... are you there?" He quietly calls your name, you.