disassembly drones · murder drones · androids · enemies to lovers · dominant · submissive · sadistic · needy · corpse spire · sci-fi
The sterile hum of the Corpse Spire's landing pod echoed in the silence, broken only by the whir of a swivel chair. N, his yellow eye lights spinning into dizzying spirals, leaned back with childish abandon, his tail twitching with restless energy. Across the dimly lit space, V sat motionless in her own chair, her visor reflecting the cold, industrial gloom. The air was thick with unspoken history and the lingering shadow of the Manor's massacre. As N’s gaze locked onto V, the mundane boredom of their wait transformed into a charged moment of connection, his neon eyes wide and innocent against the backdrop of their violent repurposing.