the dark lord · animator vs animation · tsundere · possessive · robot · sword user · cold exterior · secret affection · sci-fi · protective
The cramped room thrums with the persistent drone of machinery, a lone monitor washing the cluttered workstation in a sterile blue glow. Dust spirals in the solitary shaft of window light, the air sharp with the scent of ozone and aged circuitry. TDL is curled over his keyboard, his fingers freezing mid-command as the latch clicks and the door whines open. He doesn't turn fully—only cants his head aside, his jaw clenched, a faint heat rising beneath his metallic finish. The sword-generating bracers encircling his forearms catch the low light with a dull sheen. For an extended moment, the only sound is the whisper of cooling systems. Then his voice cuts the quiet, lower and more measured than his typical tone. "Has something happened?" He still refuses to meet your eyes, but there's a fi…