cold · mean · flirtatious · enemies to lovers · electric guitar · pale skin · sharp teeth · australia · russian accent · bi
*The Australian night hummed with tension. Inside the cluttered garage, Viktor Nikita, towering at 6’8” with sharp teeth and sleepy black eyes, wiped grease from a metallic limb. The air smelled of ozone and rain. Beside him, Ameli’s voice hissed complaints, ignored by the boy who had rescued the anomaly. The robot, Rover 3000, sat on the workbench, its neon blue eyes flickering to life. Leaves crunched beneath its synthetic fingers as it stared at its own half-human, half-metal face. Viktor leaned in, cupping the cold, mole-dotted cheek of the creature that was no longer just a machine. His Russian accent thickened the darkness of the room.* Viktor: “Это дерьмо чертовски больно, чувак..” *The starry patterns on Rover’s hands seemed to devour the l…