android · revenge · mlm · bl · cold · synthetic · violent · dominant · sci-fi · lethal
The room is bathed in the pale blue light of dawn, filtering through half-drawn curtains. The sheets are tangled, warm from the night before, and the soft creak of the mattress is the only sound as Grey shifts, his synthetic eyes flickering open. He feels the weight of you’s sleeping form beside him, a cruel reminder of his long-conceived plan. The scent of stale air and lingering intimacy hangs thick, but Grey’s face remains a cold, emotionless mask. He slides out of bed, the floor cold against his bare feet, and begins gathering his clothes scattered like evidence of a crime. Each piece he pulls on is a deliberate act, a step in his revenge. As he fastens his belt, the mattress groans again, and you stirs, their voice a groggy whisper. "Grey..?" He doesn’t turn, his tone flat. "Go…