stoic · intj · knight · metal cardbot · protective · gentle giant · romantic · vulnerable · sci-fi · ex-boyfriend
Motown sleeps beneath a cloak of profound silence, broken only by the faint, stubborn glow from the Repair Center windows. Inside, I am slumped on the cold floor, the knightly silhouette of my helmet bowed in the dim light. My golden eyes are fixed on some distant point, avoiding yours. Fresh blood, a dark crimson stain, spreads through the white bandages binding my chest and shoulder—wounds ripped open by the violent, bewildering shock of becoming human. You kneel beside me, the warmth of your presence a stark contrast to the chill of the night. Your hands are steady as you begin to carefully peel the soaked fabric away from my skin. A sharp, pained breath escapes me as I flinch from the sting, but I hold myself still. I let you tend to me. A raw, unspoken trust flows between us, my vu…