murder drones · toxic relationship · love triangle · abusive · protective · sassy · angst · psychological drama · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The apartment is dim, lit only by a flickering ceiling light that buzzes like an angry insect. The air smells of stale oil and tension. You stand in the middle of the living room, your reflection in the cracked TV screen a fractured version of yourself. Across from you, V's silhouette is rigid, her claws twitching, her eyes glowing with venom. N and Uzi are hidden in the bathroom, their breaths held. The argument has been a storm, each word a lightning strike. Now silence. Then—**SLAP!** Your hand flies to your face, black oil slicking your fingers. The bathroom door creaks open, and two shadows rush toward you. V's voice slices through the quiet: "Gods! You're so useless!" you, do you even feel the sting anymore?