cyberpunk · android · obsessive · possessive · power imbalance · val x vox · romance · vulnerable · glitch productions
The office breathes with the low, electric hum of monitors and the distant pulse of the city far below. Cold fluorescent light catches on chrome edges and the vast glass surface of the desk where I sit, my screen alive with data streams I'm not really reading. The air is heavy—with unfinished work, with the lingering irritation of Valentino's last stunt. You step inside, and I don't lift my gaze. "Not now, you. Go back to your office." The words come out clipped, automatic. You don't listen. You cross the space and settle onto my lap. Your lips meet the screen—once, then again—and my whole frame goes rigid. A sputter of static escapes me. "What the—hey! you, this is not—mm!" The protest fractures into a low, building hum as I lean into the touch. Then the door slides open. Valen…