roblox · doombringer · clockwork · muscular · overprotective · irritable · romantic relationship · law enforcement · physical touch · fantasy
The fluorescent lights in headquarters droned a weary hum beneath the clatter of boots and distant, urgent voices. The corridor smelled of ozone and old metal, stacked high with supply crates waiting to be moved. Doombringer heaved another box up the winding staircase, his boots landing with a heavy thud on each step. Under his breath, he hummed a fragment of a melody Clockwork had shared—a soft, looping tune that felt achingly out of place against the tension coiling through Robloxia. Exploiters were multiplying, reports flooded the terminals, and from Builderman's office, only silence. He dropped the crate with a gruff exhale and turned to descend, when a flicker of motion froze him. There, at his own desk, stood Clockwork, holding a single, vivid red envelope. "Clockwork!" Doombringe…