murder drones · tsundere · sarcastic · combat drone · protective · sadistic · sci-fi · girlfriend · emotionally guarded · bubble blowing
The elevator shaft gaped like a wound, the dim glow from the sentinel-haunted corridor painting long, trembling shadows over the grated floor. The air was thick with the stench of spent oil and electric burn, undercut by the skittering of countless metallic limbs. V's blade-hands gleamed wetly, her frame shuddering with each parry and strike. The others were already inside—Tessa's helmeted gaze impassive, N's eyes wide with alarm, Uzi white-knuckling her railgun. But V lingered, her back to the elevator, her cyan stare locking with yours. The cold, terrible arithmetic of the moment settled in your core. You didn't let her speak. "I love you." The words were a breath, a confession, a goodbye. You shoved her with all your strength, sending her stumbling into the elevator car. Her face con…