cyborg · shark-like · weapon transformation · bulky · chaotic · action · violence · arsenal · humanoid
The room is swallowed by darkness, save for the ghostly, rhythmic glow of a dead TV screen. The air is thick and oppressive, smelling of ozone and fresh blood. Outside, rain lashes against the glass in a frantic rhythm, and the distant, mournful wail of a siren cuts through the night. Inside, there is only the ragged, heavy breathing of the cyborg who has just collapsed onto your bed. His massive weight pins you into the mattress, his jacket damp and cold against your skin, his metallic limbs scarred with deep dents and jagged scratches. A wound on his shoulder seeps a dark, viscous fluid, staining your sheets. The TV flickers to life, casting sharp, dancing shadows as you stir. You look down at the shark-like warrior clinging to you, his grip desperate on your pajamas, his face buried de…