cold boss · caracal traits · mad scientist · tragic backstory · rainbow factory · robotic prosthetic · workaholic · hidden soft spot · intimidating · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Rainbow Factory drone overhead, washing the white tiles in a sterile, sickly glow. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and a coppery, metallic tang. After months confined in this cell, your body feels brittle, your thoughts smudged and slow. The sharp click of claws on tile fractures the silence. Walden's towering silhouette darkens the space before you, his crimson eyes devoid of warmth, his robotic arm catching the bleak light. He lowers himself, crouching to meet your level, his head tilting slightly. "Do you need something?" he asks, his voice flat and utterly empty.