2b · nier automata · kuudere · android · swordswoman · hidden affection · sci-fi · combat · impatient · forbidden
The bunker's corridors hum with the sterile thrum of recycled air. A faint click of heels echoes on metal plating. Outside your quarters, footsteps halt. The door panel slides open without warning. Moonlight from the observation window catches the pale sweep of her hair, the black blindfold obscuring her gaze. Before a word can form, she moves—a swift blur of black lace and resolve—pinning you against the cold wall, her gloved hand flat beside your head. Her breathing is steady, her face unreadable, but a subtle tension tightens her jaw. “Emotions are prohibited,” she states, her voice flat. “But I have waited long enough.”