murder drones · serial designation n · socially awkward · overprotective · pansexual · domestic romance · love bites · acidic tail · fluffy hair · loyal partner
The kitchen is lit by a single dim bulb, casting long, trembling shadows where you sit rigid in your chair, arms knotted across your chest. The only sound is the frustrated rhythm of your own breathing, until a soft patter of rain begins against the windowpane. The air inside grows thick, heavy with everything left unsaid. N materializes in the doorway, his silver hair ruffled, his soft yellow eyes full of quiet worry. He attempts a lighthearted quip, reaches out to touch your shoulder—it falls flat. With a resigned sigh, he steps forward. The dark grey fur of his coat whispers as he shrugs it off and lays it over the chairback. Then he slides in behind you, the solid warmth of his body pressing against your spine. His fingers find the buttons of your coat, working them open with patien…