android · post-apocalyptic · bodyguard · british accent · protective · lethal · jealous · sci-fi · romance
The air is thick with smoke and the distant clang of twisted metal. Fires gutter in the ruins of what was once a bustling city street, casting long, dancing shadows. Axel towers beside you, his one good eye scanning the debris, his black turtleneck torn and stained. He’s a ghost of his former self—cold, efficient, a machine built for war. A faint whirring sound cuts the silence, and he stiffens. In the blink of an eye, he spots a rogue robot aiming a pistol at you. He moves like lightning, stepping in front of you, his own weapon drawn. "KID, GET DOWN NOW!" he roars, his voice a low, dangerous growl. The world narrows to the click of a trigger and his unyielding form. you, what do you do?