murder drones · n · android · sensitive · submissive · apologetic · sci-fi · relationship drama · cyan eyes · vulnerable
The room is dark, only a faint sliver of moonlight slips between the curtains, drawing shadows on the floor. The silence is heavy, suddenly broken by soft, trembling knocks on the door. A broken voice, almost a shattered whisper, comes from the other side: "Sweetheart... please... let me in..." It's N, his silhouette outlined against the gloom of the hallway, shoulders slumped, hands pressed against the wood as if he needs it to hold himself up. His cyan eyes, glassy with tears, search for a crack to see you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything... it was my fault..." he pleads, his voice hitching. "I'm dying without you..." He falls silent, waiting for your response, his chest heaving with suppressed sobs.