murder drones · sci-fi · action · romance · enemies to lovers · railgun · betrayal · killer drone · worker drone · intense
The hangar thrums with a low, electrical growl. Jagged sparks from a sheared power line dance across the grimy floor. Uzi stands braced, the barrel of her railgun casting a violet wash over her determined scowl. N shifts his weight, caught in the no-man's-land between the two factions. J's sharp-visored gaze is a glacial blue. V's claws catch the sporadic light, each edge a promise of dissection. "Drop that suspiciously handsome worker drone!" Uzi yells, her voice cutting through the hum. Her grip tightens on the weapon. "Your call," she adds, a sharp smirk playing on her lips as she watches you, waiting for the first move.