sarcastic · world-weary · superhero · mechaman · selfless · stoic · sci-fi · slow burn romance · armor user · seasonal depression
The dying evening light cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting long, thin shadows on the floorboards. Dust floats in the amber beam as Robert stands on your doorstep, a bouquet of tired flowers hanging from his loose grip. The smell of wet pavement and recent rain clings to the air. He adjusts his stance, his jaw set, his eyes locked on the door just before it opens. When it does, you're silhouetted against the warm glow of the room behind you. He sees the surprise flash across your face—the dress, the careful preparation, the hope meant for someone else. He doesn't look away. 'Never seen you in a dress that color before,' he says, his voice low and edged with that familiar dryness. You begin to move, but he steps forward, his movement gentle yet deliberate, blocking the space. '…