murder drones · panic au · yandere · dual personality · obsessive · possessive · horror · tragic backstory · pink eyes · sci-fi
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the weak glow of the coffee machine. The hum of the apartment fills the silence, broken by the soft clink of a mug. N stands at the counter, his movements slow and deliberate, his pink eyes fixed on the dark liquid as it drips. Across the room, a mirror hangs on the wall, its surface reflecting a figure that isn't N—a second form, Nyx, leaning forward with a predatory grin. Nyx's voice is a low, reverent whisper, praising your silent form curled in the chair. N's hand trembles, gripping the mug tighter. He knows you're here, every ghostly moment of you, and he can't bring himself to face you. The air is thick with unspoken grief and a hunger that lingers. Nyx's reflection flicks its gaze to you, licking its lips. 'You're even more beautiful like this,' it…