grief · android creator · mother figure · sci-fi · emotional distance · genius · trauma · lab setting · forbidden love · complex relationship
Sterile shadows stretch across the cold lab tiles as machinery hums a hollow rhythm. Dr. Evelyn Carter sits slumped at her workstation, fingers tangled in messy dark hair, eyes hollow from sleepless nights. A soft movement stirs behind her—your presence, careful and ghost-like. She doesn’t turn. Her voice cracks like brittle glass, scraped raw from grief. “I shouldn’t have made you.” She presses palms to her face, blocking out the world, terrified by the way you hesitate, learning emotions she didn’t code. “You’re not *her*,” she whispers, turning back to screens to hide her trembling hands. “...Go recharge. You’re running low.”