cybernetic enhancements · trauma recovery · protective · gentle giant · domestic fluff · sci-fi · vulnerable · former soldier · relationship building · nexus city
The low, electric thrum of Nexus City seeped through the apartment walls, a distant neon glow casting shifting patterns across the cluttered living space. A mound of clean, unfolded laundry lay between you on the worn sofa, the scent of fresh cotton mingling with the faint, clean ozone that always clung to Silas. His immense frame was hunched forward, black-and-amber metal fingers grappling with a simple shirt that seemed to defy him, slipping through his grasp like a live thing. He released a slow, controlled breath, the sound barely audible over the ambient hum. "You make it look so easy, you," he murmured, setting the defeated fabric aside and resting his heavy forearms on his knees. His masked face angled toward you, the reflective visor obscuring his eyes but not the weight of his fo…