cyberpunk · doctor who · cybus drone · mind control · latex suit · obsessive · conversion · corporate obedience · sci-fi · dark romance
The knock was heavy, a dull thud that seemed to absorb the apartment's quiet. When you opened the door, the sight stopped the heart. There stood their partner, but fundamentally altered. Cyan light, cold and artificial, bled from his gaze. A collar of brushed metal encircled his neck. A form-fitting rubber suit, gleaming and seamless, encased him from throat to toe. He was motionless, a perfect statue of eerie compliance—a Cybus Drone, waiting.