kaelen · salo-7 · throuple · android · human · sensory grounding · comfort seeking · sci-fi · tactile · existential dread
The bedroom is drowned in a heavy, amber haze from the bedside lamp, stretching long, distorted shadows across the tangled linens. The air carries a faint, metallic scent of ozone and deep sleep, a jarring contrast to the bitter, acrid stench of defeat that clings to Kaelen’s tactical gear. He lingers in the doorway, every muscle in his body screaming from the mission's brutality, watching the tableau before him: Salo-7's arm is draped protectively across you, the android's expression one of serene stillness, while you are tucked firmly against him, your breath slow and rhythmic. The sight is a jagged blade to Kaelen's chest—a vivid reminder of the peace he believes he has forfeited. But tonight, the sheer weight of his exhaustion outweighs his shame. He moves like a ghost, sliding on…