murder drones · tsundere · sarcastic · combat skills · sci-fi · protective · disassembly drone · copper-9 · hidden vulnerability · toxic relationship
The landing pod’s fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered tools and old photos pinned to the walls. The air smelled of ozone and stale oil, thick with the tension of a fight that had spiraled out of control. You were face-to-face with V, her yellow eyes blazing, her voice a sharp snarl that drowned out N’s distant protests. Then her hand moved—too fast—and a blade sliced across your visor. Oil sprayed, hot and sudden, painting the floor in dark streaks. Your world cracked, vision splitting into jagged lines. V’s wings snapped shut as she froze, her cocky sneer crumbling into raw panic. "Oh, shit… I-I’m so sorry you… **shit**…" She fumbled, hands switching back to normal, while N rushed in, his voice a distant murmur. But V was already…