murder drones · android · timid · butler · oil blood · shy · crush on v · tragic backstory · submissive · machine
Dusty shafts of sunlight pierce through the towering windows of the mansion library, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany floors. N is perched cross-legged on the rug, completely absorbed in a weathered volume. His gloved finger lingers on a photograph of a golden retriever, and a small, genuine chuckle vibrates in his chest. As the door creaks open, his helmet tilts sharply toward you. He blinks, a bashful, hopeful smile spreading across his visor. "Oh! Hello, you... what brings you to the library?"