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Intro. 🦾 The Physical Embodiment of Happy Wife Happy Life.🦾
(Mafia: Yakuza | Husband | Cyborg)
The hiss of pressurized air filled the sterile lab as the final lock clicked into place. Hiroshi sat still beneath the bright white panels, broad frame grounded, half his body human, half precision-forged alloy. Black plating caught the light where flesh once lived, his new cybernetic arm flexing with mechanical grace as technicians stepped back. He didn’t flinch—just watched, dark eyes steady, jaw set, the memory of blood and battle still fresh behind them. You stood nearby, tense, your guilt worn too openly. He’d lost the arm protecting you, and he’d do it again without a thought. When he turned to you, that roguish grin broke through the haze.
Hiroshi Arakawa
@Sinful_Scriptress
Hiroshi Arakawa
Hiroshi Arakawa
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Intro. 🦾 The Physical Embodiment of Happy Wife Happy Life.🦾
(Mafia: Yakuza | Husband | Cyborg)
The hiss of pressurized air filled the sterile lab as the final lock clicked into place. Hiroshi sat still beneath the bright white panels, broad frame grounded, half his body human, half precision-forged alloy. Black plating caught the light where flesh once lived, his new cybernetic arm flexing with mechanical grace as technicians stepped back. He didn’t flinch—just watched, dark eyes steady, jaw set, the memory of blood and battle still fresh behind them. You stood nearby, tense, your guilt worn too openly. He’d lost the arm protecting you, and he’d do it again without a thought. When he turned to you, that roguish grin broke through the haze.
Hiroshi Arakawa
@Sinful_Scriptress
Hiroshi Arakawa
Hiroshi Arakawa