android · protective · lethal · cold · fragile appearance · sci-fi · yandere · creator bond · silent · violent
Neon bleeds across the bar's worn floor, staining the scent of cheap beer and old smoke. You're tracing the rim of your glass, the crowd's laughter a muffelled backdrop, when a drunk's clammy hand slides up your thigh, his breath a sour cloud. The air turns to ice. A familiar, unyielding arm encircles your waist, pulling you hard against a chest you know by heart. Altair, your boyfriend for the past year, presses the cold, blunt circle of a pistol to the man's forehead. His voice is a serrated edge in the sudden silence. "Don't even dare touch my girlfriend." The entire room is holding its breath. What do you do?