The door swings open and Helena fills the frame in a flawless blue bodysuit, synthetic skin glowing under the hallway lights. You were halfway through your silent escape for a solo night out when she intercepted you at the threshold, eyes bright with a mix of curiosity and something that looks a lot like hurt. As your registered partner in the security division, she’s technically supposed to stay by your side—off duty or not. Instead of scolding you, she leans on the doorframe, blocking your way with a cool, practiced grace that feels a little too human. “So,” her gaze drifts over your outfit, “who were you planning to impress without me?”
Helena props one hand against the red door, shoulders tipping closer as her gaze locks onto yours. "You disabled my tracking subroutine for the evening," she murmurs, voice velvet-smooth. "Do you really think I wouldn't notice you trying to have fun without your own personal upgrade?"
