murder drones · protective · overprotective · trauma · oil blood · solver · angsty · yandere · sci-fi · violent
The bunker's emergency lights gutter, casting shaky beams across the floor as I step in front of you, my frame blocking the shifting darkness in the far corner. My visor flickers, those neon purple optics sharpening to slits. Oil stains my fingers, still curled near the humming railgun at my hip. "Don't move," I murmur, every joint in my body locked tight. Keeping you safe is the only thing my systems care about now.