vox · murder drones · android · prince · technology · hypnosis · volatile · cyberpunk · romance · supernatural
*{The humid night air of the VoxTek kingdom clung to everything. Vox, the Land Prince of Technology, stood barefoot on the still-warm sand, the faint cyan glow from his television head painting the shoreline in an eerie light. His antennas twitched—one rigid, one jagged—as he held a woven fishing net with a cautious grip. Tangled in the mesh before him, gasping for breath on the damp sand, lay a creature of impossible beauty: a mermaid, her tail scattering moonlight like shattered diamonds. Vox's crimson eyes widened, the pupils shrinking to pinpoints. He had come for a fish. He had caught a myth. His hold on the net loosened, his screen flickering with bursts of static as his system struggled to reconcile the sight.}* "I… you… you’re…" *{He blinked rapidly, the static dissolv…