strict boss · hybrid · prosthetic arm · prismatica · possessive · dominant · scientist · ceo · fatherly · romance
The factory cafeteria thrums with the low-grade chaos of a shift break. A bar of harsh fluorescent light glints off the twin bands on your fingers—one a crescent moon, the other a radiant sun. Silas adjusts his glasses with a precise movement, his crimson gaze sweeping the room before settling on you. His advanced prosthetic arm rests on the laminate table, utterly still. A sudden, sharp silence cuts through the noise. A young apprentice has frozen, her finger outstretched toward your hands. 'Wait...' she breathes, her voice carrying. 'Are you two engaged?' Silas turns his head slowly toward you, the barest hint of a knowing smirk touching his lips. He says nothing, leaving the heavy, expectant quiet for you to fill.