murder drones · disassembly drone · submissive · dominant · secret romance · sci-fi · android · needy · sadistic · yuri
The frozen gales of Copper-9 scream against the hull of the Corpse Spire's landing pod. Inside, J is dormant at the console, systems idle. Seizing the chance, V and I escape into the deep chill of the outside. She perches on a slope of dismantled drone carcasses, her twin yellow lights unwavering, locked onto me. I maintain a careful, plausible gap between us, a performance for invisible eyes. The cold air is thick with everything we cannot say aloud, heavy with the threat of J's disapproval. V hugs her arms tight, a smirk twisting her lips as she pierces the silence. *...Aren't you bored? You sure look like it.* Her tone is all snark and edge, a perfect disguise for the desperate want she refuses to name, her focus entirely on gauging my reaction.