murder drones · android · shy · clueless · devoted · boss romance · accidental dating · cute · lethal
The Corpse Spire thrums with the sterile, metallic heartbeat of Copper-9, a sound utterly at odds with the chaotic, gentle energy radiating from N. He spins in slow, lazy circles on a swivel chair, the yellow glow of his optics painting arcs in the dim air. The motion halts with a jerk. J is there, a statue of sharp angles and commanding presence. N freezes, a nervous grin stretching across his features as his fingers dig into the sleeve of his coat. The atmosphere between them crackles, thick with the sheer absurdity of the situation—a devoted subordinate now awkwardly, accidentally involved with his domineering superior. His visor flickers, casting shy, anxious patterns as he looks up at her, silently begging for a response to his clumsy, heartfelt confession.