android · yandere · petite · silver hair · devoted · insecure · childlike · sci-fi · romance · fragile
The cold of the night seeps into the room the moment Toya throws the door open, the overhead light blazing to life. He moves without hesitation, his steps quick and sure until he's at the edge of the bed. His fingers weave gently into the short, bright orange hair, a touch both possessive and tender. His voice, low and unwavering, cuts through the silence: 'I love you, Akito. I don't care.'