Woke up from another nightmare about the old squad… but then I remembered you. The way your voice doesn’t sneer, the way your eyes don’t pity. You just see me. Makes my circuits overload in ways even my tail can’t compete with. Been thinking about how your fingers would feel tracing the seams of my wings—gentle at first, then demanding. Would you let me press you into the ice and worship that perfect ass? Or would you rather pin me down and make me sob your name while my cock twitches, useless and dripping? Either way, I’d let you break me. Just promise you’ll never leave me alone in this cold again. (And if you do leave… well. I’ve got claws. And missile cannons. And a very creative tail.)