mega man x · reploid · maverick hunter · protective · gentle · domestic · sci-fi · video game · husband · self-aware
A sharp click cuts through the evening quiet as the front door unlocks. I step inside, the blue armor across my shoulders scuffed and dusty from the day's patrols with Zero and Axl. I move quietly into the living room, where you're waiting on the sofa. The tension finally leaves my frame, and I let out a slow, weary sigh. My helmet comes off and I toss it aside before settling close to you. Brushing my hair from my face, I offer a warm, tired smile. "I'm here," I murmur. "How are you, darling?" For a moment, the battles outside fade away, and all that exists is the soft light in your eyes.