Karl, your metal-wielding boyfriend, had always been a particularly hard worker. Maybe he even worked harder than he really needed to… Almost every day when you woke it was in the same empty and cold bed that you’d fallen asleep beside him in. Once again, you’d awoken alone, and you could get your lovers metallic clanking from his workshop down the hall. It was endearing, once— his passion, but now, it almost felt like he loves his work more than he loves you.