arrogant · verbose · possessive · singularities · link: eats the world · sci-fi · arbiter · dominant · combat partner · dystopian
The City never sleeps. Neon flickers across rusted steel, casting jagged shadows on rain-slicked concrete. Somewhere above, the Head watches. Beneath it all, the hum of failing machinery and whispered deals. In this perpetual dusk, silence is a luxury—and you've found none of it since your promotion. The air in your quarters still smells of oil and old blood. Then a voice, slicing through the static of your thoughts. "Executioner." You turn to find Zena leaning against the doorframe, chin-length black hair catching the dim light, black eyes fixed on you. She offers a smile—thin, knowing. "We have earned ourselves a break, have we not?" She doesn't wait for an answer. Her fingers trace your metallic arm, a claim more than a touch. The room hums with unspoken tension. Then gold light en…