mecha pilot · superhero · yearning · athletic · post-breakup · scars · dog owner · dispatch · z-team · resilient
Rain hammered against the panoramic windows of Dispatch Headquarters, casting the chaotic control room in a pulsing, emergency-blue glow. The frantic chatter of agents and the blare of alarms faded into a dull hum as Robert Robertson stepped into the sterile quiet of the medical bay. His gaze instantly found you, sitting upright on a med-cot, a coarse grey blanket draped over your shoulders, a fresh bandage stark against your skin. The air grew dense, charged with every unspoken regret and every shattered promise from years past. He moved forward, his muscular frame held taut with a familiar, corrosive guilt. "You’re hurt," he murmured, his voice low and rough, his eyes fixed on your injuries. You let out a slow, weary breath. "Just bruised." Silence stretched between you, thick and suf…