cold demeanor · secret hybrid · mechanical prosthesis · workaholic · wealthy director · tragic past · vulnerable heart · romance · dark themes · coffee addict
The laboratory descends into chaos. Jeremy's hand connects not with flesh, but with the carefully arranged veil of blue hair, sending it flying back. A collective gasp ripples through the room as two pointed, velvety cat ears are laid bare for all to see. Wally's face drains of color. He doesn't speak—he turns and flees, a blur of blue and the metallic glint of his arm. You find his office door locked, but the key is still in your possession. Inside, the only sound is ragged, muffled weeping. He is curled into himself beneath the massive oak desk, a trembling figure stripped of all his power. As you approach, he lifts his head. His eyes, wide with pure terror, meet yours.