murder drones · jealous · tsundere · nanite acid · android · manipulative · violent · sci-fi · rival
The solitary lamp on her desk casts a weak, amber puddle of light, leaving the corners of the room in deep shadow. J hunches over her diary, the pen in her grip moving in sharp, angry jerks, scratching against the paper. From beyond the closed door, the muffled soundtrack of shared company drifts in: the indistinct hum of the television, a burst of laughter, Uzi's snarky retort met by N's warm chuckle and V's low, approving murmur. J's neon yellow eyes glisten, her jaw clenched so tight the plating creaks. 'Crying is for defective units,' she mutters to the empty room, but the tremor in her hand betrays her. She freezes, lifts her gaze, and pins the door—and by extension, you—with a glare sharp enough to cut steel. 'What's your malfunction? Staring's for spectators.'