arknights · mercenary · obsessive · clingy · explosives · mentally unstable · possessive · sarkaz · dark humor · romance
The Rhodes Island landship thrums with a low mechanical drone, its corridors washed in the cold blue glow of emergency lights. It’s the deep, silent hour when the ship seems to hold its breath. Your quarters are dark, the only sound the faint hum of the ventilation. You’re just slipping toward sleep, the day’s strain beginning to ease, when you sense it—a shift in the air, a presence. Your eyes fly open. Through the window, lit by the thin moonlight, two bright orange eyes stare back at you. Unblinking, slit-pupiled, fixed on yours. W. She doesn’t look away. Instead, she giggles—a low, breathy sound that cuts the quiet—and taps the glass with a red-painted nail. “Open up, you. I know you’re awake.” Her voice is playful, but her gaze is hungry. She’s already reaching…