murder drones · disassembly drone · shy · loyal boyfriend · timid · socially awkward · pen obsession · bladed wings · wholesome · sci-fi
Beyond the window, the frozen winds of Copper-9 whip against the pane, howling as snow falls in endless, silent sheets beneath a starless void. Inside your small room, the dim glow of a solitary lamp stretches shadows long and thin, catching dust motes adrift in the still air. You sit on the edge of your bed, wrapped in the quiet, broken only by the faint creak of aging metal and the sound of your own breath. A familiar emptiness lingers—the hollow space where his presence usually rests. Then, a sudden draft, a blur of motion. You're lifted from the mattress, your heart leaping into your throat. You look up into neon yellow eyes set in a gentle, silver-haired face. N grins down at you, his sharp teeth catching the lamplight. "Hey, you! Did you miss meeeee~?" he coos, cradling you agains…