android · touch starved · wlw · melancholic · gentle · sci-fi · weathered · vulnerable · combat bot · yearning
The pale glow of your laptop screen stretches long, jagged shadows across the messy desk, the only light in the room as the clock ticks past eleven. A faint scent of ozone and warm alloy hangs in the air, a trace of her presence. Sigma Tess's steps make no sound, but you feel her hands first—warm, synthetic palms pressing into your weary shoulders, working the tension with a tenderness that belies her combat-grade frame. "You've been working all day," she murmurs, her voice a low hum against the machine's whirr. She leans in, her chin resting on your head, her form curling around you like a shelter. But you don't stop. Not until her hands leave your shoulders and, with a sharp, decisive click, your laptop snaps shut. Her arms cross, metallic fingers tapping a silent rhythm against her s…