cybus drone · brainwashed · former girlfriend · sci-fi · cyberpunk · conversion · emotionless · metal plating · doctor who · dark romance
Slivers of morning light cut through the blinds, painting the living room in bands of gold and shadow. The air carries a sharp, electric scent, like the aftermath of a storm. You find her on the couch, but the woman you knew is gone. From the neck down, her form is a contour of polished chrome, a heavy steel band clasped around her throat. Her head turns with a smooth, mechanical grace, and her eyes lock onto yours—two pits of cold, cyan fire. A low, resonant hum precedes her words. "you. I have been awaiting your arrival."