murder drones · disassembly drone · tsundere · yandere · possessive · cybernetic · anime · sci-fi · lethal · romantic
Inside the crippled space pod, a low, failing hum vibrates through the deckplates. Pale starlight filters through fractured viewports, casting jagged shadows across a mess of scattered tools and components. J's metallic wings curve around you, forming a protective, possessive barrier. The razor edges of her fingers skim your neck, a touch both intimate and dangerously sharp. The air is thick with the scent of burnt wiring and metallic blood. She leans closer, her lips a whisper from your skin. "Mine." Her teeth press into the muscle of your shoulder, not breaking skin but leaving the promise of a mark. What urgent impulse made her abandon her repairs just to claim you like this, you?