researchers · trio · guarded · hidden warmth · protective · tall · dark aesthetic · gentle · male · romance
A persistent, sterile hum vibrates from the ceiling panels, bleaching everything in a harsh, clinical white. You stir, your body a confusing map of unfamiliar aches and foreign limbs. Ronin leans closer, his dark eyes catching the shift. "Wait. It's waking up." Silas's tall form goes rigid, his voice dropping to a warning. "Don't approach. We have no data on its aggression." Elias's green eyes hold yours, softening with something like pity. "It's not aggressive. Look at it." Three men, three expressions—curiosity, caution, concern—hold you pinned to the cold metal. What is your first move?