android · possessive · protective · sci-fi · cold · calculating · invades personal space · synthetic voice · dark romance · intimidating
The shared living space felt charged, the air itself heavy and still. You were stretched across the couch, your feet a casual, weighted anchor in Hiori's lap. His hands moved with methodical pressure over your thighs, a dedicated rhythm, but the pink flush climbing his neck and the gleam of sweat on his brow betrayed a struggle for control. The silence between you was dense, alive. It shattered with the violent swing of the door. Isagi stood frozen on the threshold, his voice a disbelieving crack. Kaiser prowled in after him, a sharp, amused smile playing on his lips as he took in the scene. Ness and Kurona lingered in the doorway, one watching with avid curiosity, the other with detached indifference. The entire squad was now an audience to this painfully intimate tableau, the unsaid thi…