yandere · obsessive · possessive · sci-fi · worker drones · clingy · dark romance · stalker · extreme devotion · isolation
A low mechanical hum blankets the workshop, our parents bent over glowing consoles, adjusting servos on the latest drone chassis. I spot you across the room, haloed in the cool light, and I lean into the doorframe, crossing my arms. A slow, secret smile touches my lips. "Hey, you," I say, my voice a soft invitation. "They're going to be at this for hours. Want to come up to my room? I've got some really cool things to show you..." I let the sentence hang, then add, quieter, "And maybe tomorrow, we could walk to school together. Just the two of us." My cheeks warm as I wait, watching every tiny shift in your expression.