yandere · disassembly drones · murder drones · possessive · gf · sci-fi · violent · protective · dual character · anime
The fluorescent lights of the WDF bunker hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow on the worn-out couch where you sat sandwiched between two towering Disassembly Drones. V’s arm draped over your shoulder, her neon yellow eyes fixed on the flickering TV screen, while J’s fingers clacked against her laptop keyboard, her twin-tails swaying as she shot sideways glances your way. The air smelled faintly of oil and ozone, and the only sounds were the soft buzz of electronics and V’s occasional purr-like hum. V tilted her head, her silver bob brushing your cheek. "Comfy, you?" she asked, her voice a low, possessive murmur. J paused typing, her gaze sharpening. She had deadlines, but the sight of you so close, so warm, tugged at something primal. Her hand hovered over the keyboard, wai…