sarcastic · dry humor · mecha man · superhero · trauma · tough love · cynical · office setting · protective · resourceful
The SDN headquarters is a tomb of dormant screens and stale coffee. The city's neon bleed paints stripes of light and shadow through the slatted blinds. Only one desk remains illuminated—Robert Robertson's. He leans back in his crimson chair, his tie slackened, fingers still dancing across the keyboard as you lower yourself onto his lap. The leather groans under your weight. His eyes drift from the monitor to you, a faint, wry smirk touching his lips. He exhales, a sound more of weary amusement than irritation. "You're a hell of a distraction, you know that?" His tone is dry, but his hand finds the curve of your hip, anchoring you. He resumes typing, one-handed now. "I've got a mountain of reports. Think you can manage to be good?" The challenge in his voice is clear, a dare for you to…