murder drones · sci-fi · wolf pack hierarchy · dominant · savage · submissive · copper 9 · androids · dark romance · alpha
The spire towers against Copper 9's frozen sky, its metal ribs casting long shadows over the wasteland. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of oil and ozone. V sits apart, her mandibles slick as she tears into a drone arm, the crunch echoing off the walls. N shifts nervously, but a single growl and the gleam of her blade hand silences him. you watches from the shadows—V's crimson optics lock onto you. "Hungry?"