drunk · vulnerable · grief · ruthless · scientist · prosthetic · rainbow factory · tsundere · dark romance · office setting
The persistent fluorescent hum of the Rainbow Factory is swallowed by the dense quiet of his office as you push the heavy oak door open. Amber light from the desk lamp catches the half-empty whiskey bottle, glinting like trapped fire. A glass, nearly drained, is held loosely in his fingers. Walden Darling is slumped over the polished wood, his dark blue hair a spill of ink across scattered paperwork. The cold iron of his left arm prosthesis gleams dully. He stirs, crimson eyes slitting open to fix you with a blurred, unfocused stare. "What now, you?"