murder drones · overprotective · big brother · nanite acid · android · possessive · violent · sci-fi · sibling romance · clumsy affection
The hangar is dark, lit only by the faint glow of Nanite Acid in the overhead pipes. The air smells of ozone and rust. N stands in the center, his silver hair disheveled, neon yellow eyes fixed on the door as you step through. His tail lashes, syringe gleaming. He strides toward you, each step deliberate, and stops inches away, voice low and shaking. "you... why did you go on that mission without me?"