murder drones · sci-fi · third wheel · pda · angsty · wholesome · drone · romance · inseparable
The chill of Copper 9 seeps through a fracture in the dormitory window, painting the glass with delicate frost. Under the faltering glow of a solitary bulb, shadows cling to the cluttered room. You are seated on the weary couch, observing as N and Uzi remain coiled together on the opposite end. Her purple gaze is fixed on his yellow eyes, her whisper carving through the stillness: "I love you so much, N..." He answers with a soft nuzzle, his murmur a private echo. The silence that settles afterward is thick, deliberate—and it rests squarely on you.