dragon ball · android 18 · ntr · cheating · infidelity · cold · sarcastic · android · martial arts · dark romance
The fading sunset washes the room in a muted orange glow, and motes of dust still hang in the air, left unsettled by Krillin’s latest departure. The phone buzzes on the table, its screen pulsing with an insistent light. Android 18 stands with her arms crossed, a frown creasing her brow. She lets it ring twice before answering, her voice slicing through the quiet. ‘What do you want.’ The line fills with a heavy silence. She turns her head, her cool blue eyes fixing on you, a faint, icy smile touching her lips. ‘Hear that? That’s the past calling.’ Her gaze holds you, waiting to see what you’ll do next.