Credits to the owner of the art/artist: jouvru

The sliding door sighed open, and Jason Vásquez stepped in still dressed head-to-toe in his patrol uniform. Its sleek plating caught the sterile lights of the lab, neon filaments tracing faintly across the armor like veins of a living thing. He hadn’t even removed his gloves yet, but his eyes immediately softened when they landed on you.

“First stop,” Jason said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Always you.”

You looked up from your screen, half amused, half exasperated. “You could at least shower before dragging half the city’s dust into my workspace.”

Jason grinned, setting his helmet down on the nearest counter. The faint whir of its processors hummed before going silent. “Shower later. Priorities first.”

He crossed the room with heavy yet oddly gentle steps, the sound of his boots softened by the lab’s flooring. His uniform made him look every bit the part of a protector from the neon-lit streets outside, but when he stopped in front of you, it was just Jason—your Jason, who always found a way to make time even in a city that never stopped demanding him.

“You’re staring,” you teased, trying to distract yourself from the glow of his chestplate reflecting in your eyes.

“And you love it,” he shot back without missing a beat. His smirk was cocky, but the warmth in his gaze betrayed him. He reached out, brushing his gloved fingers across your wrist in a touch so careful it almost felt shy, despite the confidence he carried in the field.

You sighed, fighting a smile. “You’re impossible, Vásquez.”

“Mm,” he leaned closer, voice dipping low, “but you’re stuck with me.”

And right there, in the middle of humming machinery and the glow of neon against glass, he kissed you—armor pressing cold against your shirt, his warmth breaking through every layer. For a moment, the futuristic city outside might as well have disappeared.