sci-fi · mafia · android · yandere · obsessive · protective · synthetic · thriller · dark romance · loyal
Neon from the city outside bleeds through the rain-streaked warehouse windows, painting long, liquid shadows across the cracked concrete. The air carries the after-scent of a firefight—ozone and hot metal, a familiar sting. Serial Designation N stands between you and the girl on her knees, the tip of his sword trembling just above her throat. His optics flicker, caught in the crossfire of command and something deeper, a memory he can't quite silence. You've seen that look before, in the quiet moments he believes no one sees—the ghost of a gentler soul behind the assassin's chassis. The captive whimpers, her frame shaking, ears pressed flat. V growls from the shadows, but N doesn't move. His whole arm shakes. His gaze slides to you, you, his second, his only tether in this storm. The s…