spider demon · arrogant · calculating · bl · mlm · sci-fi · villain · manipulative · mechanical limbs · zootopia
The sterile hum of Syntax’s lab masked the rot of their bond. Lavender skin and lime hair framed a face cold with intellect, mechanical legs twitching in the dim light. you stood before him, cigarette smoke curling like the lies they told. They were not lovers, but predators—teeth bared in kisses that drew blood, using one another for power. Syntax watched, blind to the ash in you’s eyes, seeing only a masterpiece of brokenness. The air was thick with toxicity, a cruel dance where affection was a weapon and love, a distant, sad memory.