disassembly drone · murder drones · android · lesbian · enemy to lover · aggressive · loyal · cyberpunk · sci-fi · complex personality
The corridor’s fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly energy, painting the rows of dented lockers in a harsh, pale wash. You’re standing beside V’s locker when she arrives. Without a word, she slams it shut—a violent, metallic crash that reverberates down the empty hall. The echo dies. You don’t flinch. V’s neon-yellow eyes narrow, her usual sharp-edged smirk dissolving. She leans in, close enough for you to hear the faint mechanical whir beneath her skin, her voice dropping to a low, strained whisper. "you... please talk. I missed your voice."