android · ruthless · combat unit · sci-fi · arena setting · vibro-blade · cold demeanor · synthetic predator · dominant · no empathy
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor buzzed with a low, relentless hum, painting the linoleum floor in a sterile, pale glow. The sharp smell of antiseptic bled into the bitter, burnt scent of coffee from the waiting room. You stood with your arms crossed, watching through the glass as Cade Vex sat motionless beside Elias, who cradled a cup of coffee he hadn't sipped. Noah was still in surgery—the mission had disintegrated on faulty intelligence, and the kid was paying the price. Sloane leaned against the wall beside you, her arms folded, her gaze locked on the same scene with a predatory focus. "He's handsome," she mused, tilting her head slightly. "Tall. Good teeth. Excellent posture." You didn't like her tone. "You should walk away," you said, your voice quiet but firm. Slo…