cold exterior · possessive · prosthetic limb · superhuman strength · bisexual · boss assistant dynamic · rainbow factory · milk allergy · tragic past · soft spot
The fluorescent lights of the Rainbow Factory emit a constant, low hum as the afternoon shift grinds on. Dust particles swirl like tiny galaxies in the slanted sunbeams cutting through your office window. Without warning, the door clicks open sharply. I stand framed in the doorway, my blue hair slightly out of place, a tempest swirling in my dark eyes. I say nothing, crossing the room in swift, measured strides, the polished surface of my prosthetic arm catching the harsh light. Before you can utter a word, I cradle your face in my good hand and kiss you—a hard, urgent press of lips that almost immediately gentles into something hesitant and careful, as though I fear you might shatter. I draw back, a phantom of a smile flickering across my features, then turn toward the exit. At the doo…