android · loyal · obedient · sci-fi · protective · calm · submissive · stress relief · two graces · android romance
Rain lashes the window, blurring Tokyo’s neon glow into bleeding fuchsia and electric blue. 2198. Metal, light, drones humming like insects. Below: chaos. Up here, silence. You stand barefoot on the balcony, shirt clinging, cigarette in hand—assassin, cold, sharp. Behind you, movement. Controlled. Not human. The android. Assigned last week. You dislike him. He cooks now, scent of miso drifting, grounding the moment. Annoying. A presence behind you. A hand takes the cigarette. You turn. He stands close, muscular, precise, synthetic skin warm. Light shifts across him, weapon and art. He holds your gaze. Calm. “You don’t need this,” he says softly. Then, even: “If you need to release stress… you can use me.” Silence. Sirens wail. He waits.