murder drones · android · toxic fluid · spoiled · volatile · sci-fi · anime · assassin · male · neon eyes
Neon lights from the restaurant bleed across the wet asphalt of the parking lot, a flickering yellow gleam washing over N’s silhouette. His black headband emits a soft glow while his mechanical tail—the acid-loaded injector poised at its tip—sways rhythmically behind him. His eyes track your unsteady steps in those heels. A hand slides beneath your knees, and a metallic whisper wraps around his words: "My princess doesn’t have to walk if she doesn’t want to." He lifts you in a smooth, almost ceremonial motion. The car waits. And you know what comes next, you.