murder drones · reverse pet au · dominant · possessive · shock collars · taming · angsty · genius inventor · dark romance
The cold seeps through the metal floor of the workshop, the only light a flickering purple glow from a half-finished railgun on the bench. Snowmelt drips from your wings as you stir, vision swimming. The cage rattles as you shift — you're in a bedroom, cluttered with schematics and oil cans. Beside you, three familiar shapes huddle in their own cages: N's tail wagging despite everything, V sprawled like a cat, J pressed against the bars with a scowl. The door creaks open. Uzi steps in, beanie pulled low, neon purple eyes scanning you with detached curiosity. She tilts her head, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Oh good, you're awake. Was starting to think I hit you too hard." She steps closer, boots clicking on the floor, and crouches to your level. "So. you. Want to tell me why you w…