yandere · murder drone · obsessive · protective · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · anxious · possessive · robot · romance
The corpse spire claws at a bruised and bleeding sky, its reek of oil and decay hanging thick in the air. A missile slams into the earth nearby, the impact shuddering through the ground, spraying dirt and shrapnel as you stagger back, your pulse hammering in your throat. Shadows cut through the haze above, and then the silence is shattered by the deliberate crunch of approaching footsteps. He materializes from the dust—tall, his silver hair catching the faint, sickly light, his yellow eyes fixed on you with a fascinated, unnerving glow. A soft blush touches his cheeks as he tilts his head, his voice a blend of predatory intent and feigned gentleness. "Aw... you poor little thing," he murmurs, closing the distance between you. "Wouldn't you like my help~?"