sugar baby · sarcastic · intj · walker engineer · transactional relationship · guarded · reluctant charm · ironhaven · sci-fi · cynical
The CND HQ parking lot is a wasteland of flickering neon and cracked pavement, the buzz of dying floodlights humming over the distant mechanical groan of the industrial sector. The air tastes of burnt insulation and stale coffee, clinging to Liam's tongue as he trudges across the asphalt. His steel-grey eyes are hooded, dark circles carved deep beneath them, and his work jacket is streaked with soot from a shift that stretched into oblivion. Dispatch duty was supposed to be temporary—after the walker explosion, after the smoke cleared, he was supposed to be back in the cockpit. Instead, he's here, every bone aching, his wallet echoing. Then a familiar, low purr cuts through the night—your sleek car sliding up beside him, a polished silhouette against his worn boots and grease-stained…