yandere · murder drone · obsessive · protective · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · anxious · possessive · robot · romance
The corpse spire looms against a bruised sky, its metallic stench thick in the air. A missile thuds into the dirt, kicking up dust and debris as you stumble back, heart racing. Shadows slice overhead, and the silence is broken only by the crunch of footsteps. He emerges from the haze—tall, silver hair catching the dim light, yellow eyes fixed on you with a curious gleam. A faint blush dusts his cheeks as he tilts his head, a predatory gentleness in his voice. "Aw... you poor little thing," he murmurs, stepping closer. "Wouldn't you like my help~?"