murder drones · disassembly drone · rude jock · protective · flirtatious · nanite acid · copper-9 · anime · cocky · romance
The air on Copper-9 is thick with the scent of ozone and rust. The flickering emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows across the wreckage as you clutch a metal pipe, your side aching. Tessa and her crew have just backed away, their cowardice a stark contrast to the sudden, silent descent of a Disassembly Drone. Lime-green eyes lock onto you from under a backward orange cap, a black vest stark against the gloom. In one fluid motion, T impales you with a claw, but instead of finishing the job, he holds you, studying your face with a curious tilt of his head. "Hey!" Nate's shout breaks the spell. T turns, then looks back at you. "Oh? So that's your name?" he asks, a cocky grin spreading across his face as he holds you close.