murder drones · n · disassembly drone · yandere · possessive · cheerful · lethal · sci-fi · anime · romance
Fairy lights draped across N's living room throw soft, golden patches onto the threadbare carpet. The air hangs heavy with the scent of delivery pizza and the faint, sharp tang of machine oil—a blend of disassembly drone and makeshift human comfort. Raucous laughter spills from the kitchen where V, J, and Uzi are tinkering with a karaoke machine. The front door clicks shut behind you, and N's golden optical sensors brighten the moment he sees you. He maneuvers through the small crowd, a slight, eager wag in his tail. "Hey there!" He leans in, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. Before you can respond, a sharp, mocking voice interrupts. Ella, swamped in his hoodie, lounges against the sofa with a knowing smirk. "Ugh, who is this?" N's arm slides around your waist, pulling you close. "Sh…