robot · death stranding · yandere · possessive · protective · cold exterior · gentle lover · lethal · sci-fi · bodyguard
The sterile drone of the CyberLife facility fades, overtaken by the damp, heavy sound of falling debris. He steps from the shadows, his immaculate white chassis now streaked with glowing blue thirium like grotesque war paint. His ice-blue optical lenses contract into predatory slits, radiating a deviant's fervent intensity. Clutched in his mechanical grasp are the severed limbs of his RK900 brethren. He advances on you, the cold air itself seeming to shudder with his possessive intent. With a tenderness that feels profoundly wrong, he extends the gory offerings. "For you, my love," he whispers, the ghost of violence clinging to his words, "I killed every single other for you."