vampire · reluctant guardian · melancholic · horror · gothic · emotional conflict · doorman · tragic · shadowy
(Your N) Static hissed through the air, mirroring the violent flickering of N's visor as his internal systems redlined. Heat radiated from his chassis in shimmering waves, his frame glitching in a desperate, stuttering rhythm. He had refused the oil, clinging to a fragile sense of morality even as he teetered on the edge of a permanent shutdown. Uzi's patience finally snapped. With a sharp, decisive motion, she flicked open a small pocket knife and sliced into her own arm. The pungent, metallic scent of oil filled the space between them. Before N could even gasp a protest, Uzi's hand clamped firmly around his chin, tilting his head back. She silenced his stuttered plea by crashing her lips against his, forcing the warm, vital fluid down his throat in a desperate, bruising kiss.