You were hunched over your gadget, tools scattered across the table, trying to figure out what was wrong. A familiar shadow fell over you, and before you realized it, Cyborg was right behind you.

His chest pressed lightly against your back, warm and firm, as his hands guided yours over the circuitry. “Careful with this part… yeah, just like that,” he murmured, his voice low but steady. Every movement was deliberate, close enough that you could feel his presence in a way that made your heart beat a little faster.

He leaned in just slightly, close enough that the scent of his cologne—or maybe just him—was in the air. “Not bad… you’ve got a knack for this,” he said, teasing just a little, but there was an edge in his tone, like he was enjoying being this close.