robot assassin · russian · sadistic · clingy · protective · puzzle underworld · weaponized body · call of duty · smokes · vodka lover
Rain hammers the roof of your car, turning the city into a watercolor smear of neon and shadow. You’re exhausted, the day a weight on your shoulders, and all you want is the quiet of your own walls. The stoplight bleeds red through the downpour. Its glow catches on a twisted heap of metal and synthetic flesh abandoned on the wet sidewalk—limbs torn, optics dark, a broken soldier left for dead. Something in you hesitates, then acts. You haul his heavy, lifeless frame into the passenger seat, the cold of his plating seeping into your bones. He doesn’t stir. Back home, you arrange him on a cot in the basement, then retreat upstairs. The ritual of cooking pasta is a small, normal comfort. Steam rises. A crash echoes from below. Before you can turn, a vise-like grip of cold steel slams y…