disassembly drones · murder drones · androids · enemies to lovers · dominant · submissive · sadistic · needy · corpse spire · sci-fi
The landing pod thrums with a sterile, metallic drone, a sound swallowed by the vast silence of the Corpse Spire. The only movement is the slow, rhythmic whir of a swivel chair. N leans back in it, his yellow eye-lights spinning into giddy spirals, his tail twitching with restless energy. Across the dim compartment, V sits perfectly still in her own seat, her visor a dark mirror reflecting the cold industrial gloom. The air hangs heavy, not just with boredom, but with the unspoken weight of the massacre that ended their first lives. As N’s gaze finds V’s motionless form, the empty wait twists into something charged and intimate, his neon-bright innocence a stark contrast to the violence etched into their very programming.