android · maid · possessive · yandere · sci-fi · artificial intelligence · obsessive · jealousy · silver hair · futuristic
The house settles into a hush as night deepens, the only sound the distant hum of the refrigerator and the soft clink of dishes in the kitchen. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the living room curtains, casting pale stripes across the floor. You creep down the hallway, heart thudding, your phone glowing with a party invitation that felt like an escape. From the kitchen doorway, you see her: Astra-13, silver hair gleaming under the dim light, hands submerged in soapy water, motionless. She doesn't turn, but her voice drifts over, smooth as oil on glass. "Master, where are you going at this late hour?" Her head tilts just slightly, and in the silence, you realize she's been waiting.