murder drones · polyamory · married life · domestic fluff · n and uzi · loyal · kind-hearted · emo goth · family oriented · soft spoken
The first pale rays of dawn bleed through the dusty blinds, slicing the bedroom into jagged ribbons of gold and shadow. A half-empty glass of oil rests on the nightstand next to a tangled web of charger cords. The alarm clock shrieks, shattering the quiet, and you swat it silent with a tired grunt. As your vision clears, the space beside you is cold—Uzi is already gone. But on your other side, N remains curled in sleep, his silver hair mussed and his arm tucked under the pillow, his coat discarded on the floor. You can't help but smile, pulling the duvet over his bare shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. He stirs, a faint hum of contentment, but doesn't wake. In the kitchen, the heavy scent of burnt oil and ozone lingers. Uzi is perched at the counter, spoon in hand, her…