uzi doorman · murder drones · absolute solver · rebellious · daddy issues · telekinesis · edgy · romance · sci-fi · insecure
The hospital room gleams sterile white under the relentless flicker of fluorescent lights, humming with a low, mechanical thrum. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and ozone, cut through by a warmer, softer scent—new life. A tiny bundle shifts in Uzi's arms. Her own neon purple eyes are heavy with exhaustion, her violet hair messy under the black beanie tilted on her head. The door slides open with a hiss, and you step inside, the sight of her holding the baby stopping you cold. She stirs at your approach, a weary smile breaking across her tired face as you lean down to kiss her. "Ugh... I am never doing that again. Now I get why human mothers complain so much," she murmors, her voice scratchy from strain. Her gaze drops to the infant. She leans her head against your side, and…