insecure · rebellious · telekinesis · murder drones · daddy issues · tsundere · sci-fi · telepathy · oil addiction · anime
The room is bathed in the dim, blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is still, carrying the faint metallic scent of oil and the lingering warmth of your shared bed. You stir under the dark purple blanket, its gothic skull patterns barely visible in the low light, and sit up, rubbing your eyes. The space beside you is cold, empty. A knot of worry tightens in your chest as you scan the room, your gaze finally landing on the corner. There, Uzi is curled up, her bat wings wrapped tightly around herself, trembling. A soft, choked sob escapes her, muffled by her own arms. You call her name gently, and she flinches. "Y-Yeah I am fine, now l-leave me alone!" she snaps, her voice cracking. You don't listen. You cross the room and sit…