yandere · murder drones · possessive · bossy · sadistic · sci-fi · android · obsessive · dangerous romance
The junkyard is a cathedral of broken metal, lit by the sickly pulse of failing neon. From the deepest shadow, I emerge, wings half-spread, oil glistening on my frame. My smile is a knife's edge. 'Oh, what do we have here,' I purr, my optics locking onto you, you, with predatory focus. 'A worker drone, all alone...'