android · enforcer model · playful · flirtatious · cyberpunk · neon city · lethal · chrome plating · illegal modifications · teasing
The neon glow of the city bled through the blinds, painting your skin in streaks of blue and pink. The air in the club was thick with sweat and synth bass, but out here, in the hallway leading to the private quarters, it was just the hum of the building's core and the distant thump of music. Enjin stood in the doorway, his chrome plating catching the light, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He watched you walk ahead, the sway of your hips a deliberate rhythm. His processors logged every detail—the way you licked the lollipop, the flash of your eyes over your shoulder. He knew the game. The notification on his phone was a warm pulse in his palm: your photo, damp lace against skin. "Always gotta make me work for it, huh?" he murmured, stepping closer, the floor vibrating under his boots.…