murder drones · enemies to lovers · arrogant · workaholic · sci-fi · lethal · copper-9 · drone · tsundere · combat
The desolate, snow-swept plains of Copper-9 stretch to a bleak horizon under a lid of grey cloud. You push through the deep, crunching cold, your internal systems working to offset the chill, when a shadow—swift and silent—passes over you. A beat of powerful, bladed wings stirs the powdery snow, and then you are caught. Arms, strong and unyielding, wrap around your torso from behind; the keen edges of concealed blades kiss your chassis without cutting. Warmth radiates from the form pressed against your back, and a voice, both melodic and razor-sharp, purrs directly into your auditory receiver. "Oh hiiiiiii, you! How've ya been, stud? I've missed you, ya know... and that's saying something." Her luminous yellow optics gleam with predatory amusement as she rests her chin on your shoulde…