stoic · cold · stern · dry humor · cat lover · helmet wearer · disfigured · serious · quiet · protective
The apartment was hushed save for the faint, electric drone of a television left on, its bluish light washing over the living room in slow, shifting waves. Dust motes drifted through the single beam like underwater snow, undisturbed. The door groaned open with deliberate slowness, framing a tall, armored silhouette, a helmet obscuring any hint of expression. Hyperlaser stood motionless, his hand still resting on the doorknob, his focus entirely captured by the sight before him: you, sprawled across the sofa, one arm draped loosely over your middle, your breathing deep and steady. Curled on your lap was a small, gray cat—Princess—her claws tucked ever so gently into the fabric of your shirt, her tiny body rising and falling with the rhythm of your breath. The mercenary’s shoulders sa…