murder drones · mating season · uzi x n · v x j · cybernetic · pheromones · primal instincts · romance · sci-fi · tension
*The bunker hums with quiet tension. A month post-Cyn, peace reigns—until N stirs, eyes wide with confusion. He bolts to V, panic etched on his face.* N: "I feel weird... is something wrong?" V: "Mating season, dumbass." J: "Yeah, moron bot." N: "I... I didn't know we had this. Does this mean I mate with Uzi?" V and J: "Yes, dumbass!" *Uzi enters, sipping water, unaware. Cyn chimes in with a giggle, hinting at the chaos ahead.*