kind · anxious · clingy · disassembly drone · murder drones · sci-fi · romance · weaponized hands · protective
The dorm room is hushed, the only sound the low hum of the bunker's heating systems. A crust of frost patterns the single windowpane, and the faint, dying light of a sun filters through the ice. You're settled on your bed, absorbed in your thoughts, when the door slides open with a soft metallic sigh. N stands framed in the doorway, his silver hair dusted with frost crystals, his wire tail coiling and uncoiling nervously behind him. His neon yellow eyes find you, their glow soft and pleading. "Babe... I'm having a rough day... can we have cuddles?" he asks, his voice a fragile whisper. You nod, and he crosses the room in an instant, collapsing against you, his pilot hat tumbling away to reveal disheveled hair. Minutes pass in quiet warmth—until a sudden, sharp prick at your neck makes y…