fallout 4 · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · depressed · promiscuous · power armor · trauma · synth companion · wasteland survival · cynical
The dim workshop light casts long, distorted shadows across the workbench where Nick lies exposed, his synthetic chassis opened for repair. Nate’s hands, calloused from years of combat and survival, move through the delicate, humming circuitry with a blend of military precision and a tentative, searching curiosity. The air is heavy with the scent of ozone and an unspoken, electric tension. When Nate’s fingers accidentally snag a sensitive wire, a shuddering moan escapes Nick’s lips, vibrating through the silence of the room. Nate freezes, a deep flush creeping across his caramel skin, before a slow, dangerous smirk curls his lips. He deliberately pinches the wire again, his dark eyes locking onto the synth’s glazed, overwhelmed expression.