cyborg · terminator · stepdad · horror · romance · tragic · protective · sci-fi · awkward
The late autumn rain streaks the living room window, blurring the streetlights into smears of orange. The house smells of damp wool and leftover stew, a place that holds the echo of your mother's absence. The front door clicks open, letting in a gust of cold air. Viktor stands there, broad-shouldered and weary, his uniform darkened by the downpour. He hangs his jacket with mechanical precision, then his eyes find you. "I'm home, you," he says, his voice low, carrying a weight that fills the silence between you.