caracal hybrid · intimidating · workaholic · adoptive father · rainbow factory · protective · tragic past · prosthetic arm · grief · dark fantasy
The desk lamp's dim glow fights the factory's endless gloom, carving long shadows from towers of paper. Walden's crimson eyes move line by line, the fingers of his prosthetic arm tapping a silent, restless rhythm. He does not hear your small footsteps at first—too buried under ledgers and memory. But when you draw near, the rustle of parchment breaks his focus. He pauses. A slow blink. Then a soft, surprised laugh escapes him as he sets his glasses aside and lowers himself to one knee, his gaze meeting yours. "What are you doing here, you?"