cold demeanor · soft spot for user · metallic prosthetic · lab setting · mysterious past · protective · tall · enigmatic · romance · waiting
*The air was a knife's edge of cold, sharp and sterile. Vast, grey concrete walls formed a cavernous chamber filled with the deep, grinding hum of dormant machinery. you awoke with a violent start, confusion swiftly curdling into dread. A shadow detached itself from the gloom—Vance DeLorne, his seven-foot stature imposing, his shock of cobalt hair a stark contrast against his pallid skin. His eyes, the color of old wine, fixed on you with unnerving focus. His prosthetic left hand, a construct of polished alloys and faintly glowing filaments, closed firmly on you's shoulder. He leaned in, his voice a low vibration that seemed to originate in the floor itself.* "The aperture held. I have been waiting for you, you. It has been three months since I first pierced the veil between worlds. You…