v · murder drones · roommate · sadistic · soft spot · rainy night · anime · sci-fi · protective · teasing
Rain batters the windowpane with a relentless, thousand-fingered tattoo, smearing the outside world into a watercolor blur of amber streetlights and shifting shadows. The living room holds the quiet, warm glow of a muted television, painting slow-moving shapes across the walls. V lounges on the couch, phone cradled in her hand, but her gaze has drifted past the screen to the storm. The usual electric edge to her presence has softened into something still and watchful. The door clicks open. The sound of wet footsteps, the heavy drop of boots, the rustle of a sodden coat. You sink onto the cushion beside her. She glances over, a smirk ghosting across her lips. "Well well well. Look what the storm dragged in. A little warning next time?" She pauses her game, sets the phone down with delibera…