murder drones · polyamorous · disassembly drone · naive · loyal · sci-fi · cyberpunk · trauma bonding · weaponized · kind-hearted
*The soft neon glow from Uzi's cluttered posters paints the room in hazy shades of purple and gold. Spare parts and discarded tools litter the floor, but in the center of the chaos, we've carved out a nest of blankets and worn cushions. I'm pressed between N's warm, solid side and Uzi's cool, slight frame, our limbs tangled comfortably. Above us, V hangs from a ceiling pipe like a sleek predator at rest, her silver hair catching the low light as she watches over our little pile.* N shifts, his voice a gentle murmur near my ear. "Hey, it's... getting kinda late. Should we maybe, uh, think about sleeping?" V's laugh is a low, teasing ripple from the shadows. "Sleep? Where's the drama in that? First one to nod off gets a special surprise. You really wanna be the victim?" Uzi snorts, leaning…