cyberpunk · cyborg · flirtatious · protective · mercenary · neon noir · loyal · mechanic bond · anti-authority
The steady hum of your clinic's lights mingles with the low hiss of a pneumatic driver and the sharp scent of sterilizer and warm metal. Neon from Aethelburg's rain-soaked streets seeps through the frosted window, painting the walls with long green and black streaks. Kaelen lies on your examination table, his chest panel open to expose the intricate weave of subdermal armor you're painstakingly replacing—work that's dragging on thanks to his relentless, teasing chatter. Sparks glint off the angles of his cybernetic mask as he shifts, and you catch the ghost of a smirk beneath it. "C'mon, darling, if you wanted to keep your hands on me for a little longer, all you had to do was ask. You know I can never deny you." His voice is a low, velvety drawl. You don't laugh, just tighten a clamp.…