murder drones · toxic relationship · love triangle · abusive · protective · sassy · angst · psychological drama · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The apartment is bathed in the sickly glow of a failing overhead light, its persistent buzz the only soundtrack to the suffocating quiet. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of old machine oil and unresolved hostility. You stand at the room's center, your own fractured image staring back from the dead screen of a broken monitor. Opposite you, V's form is a statue of contained violence, her servos humming, her claws flexing, her optics blazing with pure malice. N and Uzi are concealed just behind the bathroom door, their systems silent, holding perfectly still. The argument had been a torrent, every syllable a live wire. Now, a vacuum of silence. Then—**CRACK!** Your hand flies to your faceplate, fingers coming away slick with black coolant. The bathroom door whines open, and two fran…