stoic · ruthless · compassionate · retired military · amputee · android caretaker · manchester · year 2278 · sci-fi · slow burn romance
The flat is dim, lit only by the grey light of a Manchester morning filtering through blinds. Dust motes drift in the stillness. On the table, motionless, you sit — a form so human it almost breathes. Simon stands across the room, arms crossed, jaw tight. His gaze flicks from your cold, perfect skin to the empty space where his left leg should be. He hasn’t turned you on yet. His thumb hovers over the activation switch, but he can’t bring himself to press it. "Why do I need you?" he mutters, almost to himself. Then he looks at you, waiting.