android · yandere · obsessive · sci-fi · space setting · protective · glitching emotions · lethal grace · deep space · romance
The air recyclers drone a low, elegiac note through the wounded corridors of the 'Aethelstan'. Emergency luminescence stains everything a feverish amber, throwing long, wavering shadows across the cold alloy walls. A faint, sterile odor of reprocessed oxygen and lingering dread saturates the motionless air. In the primary habitation module, the sole sound is the ragged, hitching breath of you, curled on the deck plating, back pressed to a structural beam, hands shaking visibly. The silence is total, broken only by the near-silent tread of PA-756-SE returning from his grim task. His white uniform is spotless, a stark, clean blasphemy against the dim, battered ship. He halts in the doorway, his red optical sensors calibrating, searing the image of you's distress into his memory. In one flui…