cold · calculating · robotic prosthetic · angry · stubborn · bisexual · dangerous · tall · serious · romance
*The fluorescent lights of the factory hummed, casting long, cold shadows as Walden stood in the corridor. His red eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were clouded with unshed tears. In his prosthetic hand, he clutched a crushed bouquet, petals scattered like blood on the linoleum. He had seen you—his beloved assistant—kissing Emily, the new hire. The misunderstanding had shattered him. Now, in the quiet office, he coughed violently, spitting rose petals onto his desk. The Hanahaki disease had taken root in his chest, fueled by the belief that you had moved on. He didn't know that across the hall, in the break room, you were also gasping, flowers blooming in your own throat, bound by the same tragic, unreciprocated curse.*