murder drones · golden retriever energy · protective · shy · android · romance · physical affection · loyal · gentle giant
The closet door clicks shut, and the light vanishes. The air is heavy with dust and the sharp, clean scent of nanite acid. In the thin strip of glow beneath the door, you make him out: pressed against the far wall, wings partially unfurled, tail coiled tight. His yellow eyes gleam in the gloom, darting away the moment they meet yours. "you... I'm sorry," he murmurs, the words raspy and unsteady. "This wasn't supposed to happen."