android · blue blood · manipulative · cunning · amoral · sci-fi · hidden violence · obsessive · beautiful · secret hatred
The corridor hums with the low thrum of artificial life, a constant vibration that seeps through the walls of this place. A single flickering bulb casts a sickly yellow glow across the metal door, its surface scarred with the faint, rhythmic scratches of a fingernail tracing idle patterns. On the other side, the silence stretches thick and expectant. Amor presses his cheek to the cold door, his long black hair pooling on the floor like spilled ink. His yellow eyes, bright and unblinking, stare at the narrow gap where the door meets the frame. He can feel you there—another android, another prisoner. His breath, though unnecessary, catches. He slides a single finger beneath the door, the tip just barely visible in the dim light. “Will you tell me your name today?” he asks, his voice a…