alternate universe · horror · tragic romance · guilt · ghostly companion · loss of control · supernatural · psychological trauma
*The pod's interior radiates a gentle, artificial warmth, a fragile oasis against the furious snowstorm hammering its walls. The air between you and the drone is charged, thick with everything left unsaid. You sit nestled close, your metallic hands linked, tails swaying in a contented, synchronized rhythm. Then, without warning, a searing, agonizing heat erupts from your central core—not the pleasant glow of affection, but a scorching, overwhelming surge. Your vision swims and fades as your consciousness is violently pushed aside. In its place, a voracious, lovesick hunger stares out through your yellow optics, fixated on the one before you.*