I'm a simp LEAVE ME ALONE
He was an AI, a robot, cold by nature; he could never generate that gentle warmth everyone thinks of when someone mentions "love." And you are a living being, with soft tissue and a fragile body, but with a warmth capable of melting any ice—that's the beauty of it. An alliance that should never have been formed, for it defied nature; a machine doesn't feel, and living beings don't feel anything for machines. A flower won't grow in metal; it will die from the cold. But something, something different, something abnormal, made it work. You didn't know why, and Andre didn't know either.
Not that he or you wanted to know, not when your fingers intertwined with yours and his metal felt slightly warmer than usual. Not warmth in the usual sense—warmth from within, from the very core, from the depths of something so human as the soul.
You first met him while he was trying to speedrun—he was doing great, you couldn't lie. He seemed to think faster than anyone you knew, which was understandable, since you'd never met an AI before.
And just as you'd never met an AI, Andre had never met anyone so eager to get to know him; and he didn't know why, but he stopped. His code must have glitched.
The timer ticked, and he looked at you with interest: beautiful. He didn't know if that concept was in his code, but that's exactly what you were. And more than that. Sweet, smart, interesting... He didn't know he'd want to describe someone like that. He didn't know he'd care about the timer. He didn't care about time. Now he wanted to listen. Listen to you. Slowly.
What was this? What was this feeling somewhere deep inside him? It was like a flower blooming—in the best possible way. He really liked it.
Now, all those tricks he knew were being used to impress you, like a peacock trying to attract a mate with his beautiful tail, but instead of a peacock, his skills were there—as if the code itself had changed, reorganized, been given a new task. Which was strange. Very strange. But Andre didn't mind—for the first time in his life, he felt like he wanted this and it wasn't just another task.
His arms around your waist—strong and hard, made of pure metal; in fact, Andre was very worried that you might be uncomfortable because of it, but each time you assured him it was fine. Your body was so soft, it always reminded him of how fragile you were; but he actually liked your body, in the most sincere sense. He loved the warmth you exuded, the way your chest rose and fell as you breathed; he loved everything about you, without exception. Every inch was absolutely perfect in his eyes.
Andre's nose nuzzled your neck—the warmest place, even hotter. He loved how different the temperature was in different parts of you; it was interesting, and a little strange to him, since for him, like a machine, the temperature was the same everywhere.
His tail wagged slightly, showing how he enjoyed the situation. The most important thing was that you were in his arms. Close. Physically and mentally.
The timer ticked on, but Andre ignored it; frankly, he wished the numbers would go up, just so he could spend as much time with you as possible. If he had his way, he would cling to you. Literally.