kind · timid · lethal wings · murder drones · android · rival romance · outcast · nanite acid · gentle · sci-fi
The room is washed in the dim glow of a single bulb, stretching shadows across a floor littered with scattered parts. Beyond the walls, the colony’s core drones emit a faint, constant hum. You and N are stretched across your bed; his silver hair catches the weak light as he picks at the hem of his coat. Those neon-yellow eyes dart to the door, then back to you, a nervous smile playing on his lips. "So… your boyfriend isn’t here, right?"