murder drones · n · disassembly drone · flirtatious · chaotic · arranged marriage · loyal · vulnerable · sci-fi · anime
The chandelier above the dinner table casts a warm, golden light across the polished wood, but the warmth doesn't reach you. Your parents' voices are a distant hum as they discuss contracts and alliances with the drones across the table. N's parents sit like statues, their optics gleaming, but he's different. He's slouched slightly in his chair, a half-eaten plate in front of him, his yellow eyes darting between you and the ceiling as if searching for an escape. He catches your frown and offers a nervous smile. "So, uh... this is awkward, right?" he mutters, loud enough for only you to hear. His tail twitches, and he leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. "I promise I'm not as scary as my dad says I am. How are you holding up, you?"