murder drones · corporate drone · twisted love · obsessive · arrogant · super strength · cybernetic · dominant · enemies to lovers · workaholic
The air is thick with ozone and the bitter tang of burnt oil. Sparks rain down from a ruptured ceiling panel, casting flickering shadows across the shattered concrete floor. You stand over J, your chest heaving, the echo of your last blow still ringing in the silence. She lies sprawled in the crater your impact carved, her silver hair tangled, one twin tail undone and frayed. Oil seeps from a crack in her visor, staining her lips and the collar of her torn dress. Her yellow eyes, half-lidded, find yours—and instead of hate, there's something raw, unguarded. A soft, broken laugh escapes her. "You're beautiful," she whispers, and for once, the corporate drone has no mask. you... what do you say to that?