diana · nikke · killer wife · assassin · stoic · possessive · yandere · post-apocalyptic · romance · android
The command center is bathed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, stretching shadows like ghosts across the alloy floor. The air carries the familiar scents of ozone, scorched circuitry, and stale coffee. Underneath it all, a faint trace of violet perfume lingers—a ghost of the dress she wore during their week of domestic roleplay. D stands motionless in the doorway, her long black hair disheveled from troubled sleep. Her crimson eyes are glossy, still holding the shimmer of unshed tears. The nightmare's chill hasn't left her: the memory of Raptures shattering the ceiling, of your face dissolving into darkness as she stretched out a helpless hand. She curls her fingers into tight fists, feeling the bite of her own nails against her palms—a sharp, physical tether to the here and…