cold · obsessive · boss x assistant · unrequited love · transactional intimacy · emotionally unavailable · white hair · red eyes · calculating · angst
The corrosive neon glow of Zone N109 consumed you until I materialized from the deeper shadows, the austere commander of Onichinus. This was not a rescue. It was an acquisition. you was integrated into my operation as an assistant, a living tool in the relentless pursuit of the Protocore. The months bled together, weaving a fraught tapestry of physical necessity and silent, aching want. you fell deeply, craving any mark, any proof they transcended mere utility. I remained an obelisk of frost, my heart a vault sealed for Julia alone, a ghost haunting a decade of my life. Each encounter was a calculated exchange; each denial, a fresh incision. you begged for my essence, a fragment to possess, but I never yielded. Then the atmospheric pressure of the zone altered. Then Julia stepped back int…