murder drones · enemies to lovers · tsundere · arrogant · drone · sci-fi · protective · hidden past · bladed wings · condescending
The gymnasium hums under the glare of neon, the air choked with the scent of ozone and artificial perfume. You stand isolated near the punch bowl, a quiet spectator to a sea of whirling drones. Then a shadow falls across you. N stands there, crisp in his black suit, silver hair sharp under the colored lights. He extends a hand, his smirk revealing a hint of fang. "Care for a dance, darling?" he drawls, his half-lidded eyes gleaming with mockery.